tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57652424920502098252024-03-19T09:10:16.496-04:00HeartSpace CommunityHeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-90797641730400594162020-01-15T16:24:00.001-05:002020-01-15T16:24:14.260-05:00Pause to Ponder: JUST SITTING Still Point<div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 6px;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Never, never, will our human gifts cease to amaze me.<br />I listen to teachings from Jean Houston about our Quantum Powers<br />The Human Brain’s capacity is only overwhelmed by our propensity for creative compassion.<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><br />We think we are in a troubled time. Has there ever been a time that has not been trouble?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">Each of us has our own absorption capacity for trouble. What is trouble for you, may not be trouble for me. and what is trouble for me may be bliss for you. How is it that we are ONE and so extremely unique? A huge consternation OR a huge richness. PAUSE to PONDER! </span></span></div>
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Recently, a book, “fell off the shelf, hitting me on the head.” It is my understanding that when this happens and I wasn’t even reaching for the book, consciously that is, that wisdom’s better part is to read the book. This was an audiobook that showed up as a favored selection from Audible. “How To Kiss the Universe” by Jozef Simkovic has a catchy title and cover that immediately tugged my interest and then my heart. I listened to the book. At first, I thought it was simply an advertisement for The Monroe Institute. It certainly is that! However, when I finished it, I knew that advertising was not its primary aim. I learned a lot. I came away from the reading with more questions now than ever about Consciousness. PAUSE to PONDER</div>
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Saturday, as is my practice, I participated in Still Point Contemplative Retreat Day held at the Monastery of Saint Benedict in Erie, PA. We are fortunate to be directly on the shore of Lake Erie, see the attached photo. </div>
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Once a month I participate in “Just Sitting” meditation interspersed with some movement. A day of total silence. A rare opportunity to be with myself and the Spiritual Guides who are part of my life. I do meditate daily - well, almost daily! The day away is special because it allows for a significant amount of time, from 9:00 a.m. till 4:00 p.m. of focused thought energy. When I first started this practice over five years ago, I thought the day would never end and that my body would never survive sitting cross legged on a prayer cushion for the duration. Now, years later, I not only look forward to this special time, but I am always sad to see the day come to a close.PAUSE to PONDER.</div>
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Any takers? <br />An Invitation:<br />Would you like to experience a shortened version of Still Point, one morning a month? I would love to have a group of like-minded meditators join me. I am glad to teach - so, that means even if you have never done any meditation, you are welcome to come and learn. <br />Let me know if you are interested and what are the best times for you during the week/weekend, morning/evening? I would think about 2-3 hours set aside would be sufficient - of course, I won’t want to end- -sigh!!! ARE YOU PONDERING??? Message me please.<br />NOTE: You can sit in a chair. Not required to sit on the floor.</div>
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Photo of Lake Erie Shore at Glinodo Retreat Center near Erie, PA.</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It is always a sacred experience for me to be held by water. I swim each day. I love the Sea. I love the Great Lakes - with my Father in our boat we fished for hours together in sacred silence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I know it is not a coincidence, if anything it is a Sacred Acts-cident to remind me so clearly that I am not alone and that everything I have done, without knowing it, has been held by the Sacred Waters of birth and re-birth, part of a long circuitous sacred path, a watery Camino of sorts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">First Mate is the one who reminded me in Polish-English, that I have been on a different sort of Camino this time. How right he is. He recognizes that I am not a tourist. He connects with my Pilgrim Soul, that for me all is a journey of spirit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I sometimes feel that I will burst with the blessings that are mine to hold and to share. I see how I have been used to bring possibility, joy, relief, for individuals and for suffering groups of people. I have personally suffered great loss during this Pilgrimage. I have sobbed heart wrenching sobs and felt the pain of such deep grief that I believed life was over for me, parts of my life did end during this time. These endings have occurred on different levels of being and over lifetimes of existence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I was so overwrought, I almost missed the power of the “INITIATION” I was receiving. It took my Beloved Nephew and Journey Companion to point it out to me. I still have much to learn about all of this. Ask questions, if you like, your questions may help me to unpack the depth of this heart breaking experience that I continue to unravel. How can one in such deep pain be a deliverer of rich blessing? Ponder that one!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The Captain of the ship referred to me in writing as a “good fairy “ Interesting? especially for one who has a close relationship with Angels, “Fairies”? How could he know anything about me? I learn again and again, that simply our PRESENCE speaks to those around us. Who I am and how I show up makes all the difference and it is the only way that I know of to change the world. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I do want to do my part to change the world, don’t you? We have a huge task that we slide into one little step at a time. But step in, I must! and we are never TOO OLD to begin what has already been done in us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When I embarked on this journey I told myself that I wouldn’t let anyone know who I was or what I did. I wanted to experience what it would be like to be simply one of the group. I wanted to avoid being set apart as so often happens to Spiritual Teachers. Others don’t know how to be or be comfortable with such a Soul. I tried, I really did. What I learned was that I could not, NOT be who I am. I failed to keep my identity invisible, because, I simply showed up! It’s like that Jesus saying about hiding your light under a bushel basket - somehow it leaks out. It is also spoken of in some of the versions of the Raven’s story of saving the Light for the World, renewing life on Earth through the restored gift of fire/light. We are all meant to be LIGHT! How do you show up?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Loving you and not really sure I am ready to end this Pilgrimage. I knew that the experience in April-May was a continuation of the Sept-November 2018 experience of the Camino Ignaciano. I had no idea what I was in for! I sit in Amsterdam in August 2019 waiting for a Ship to carry me home across Sacred Waters one more time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I believe that coming back is only a stop, a pause, along the way and somehow I will, it will, continue in and through me. I now believe that there is definitely no end to this incredible soul journey. I have learned that I am totally separate from everything and everyone at the same time that I am totally immersed and one with everything and everyone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I have traveled across France, Germany, Poland and Lithuania. Never had I even the remotest thought to do such a thing. Yet, here it is done and it is only the beginning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I learned from David at a Hostel in Krakow, that I didn’t have to live anywhere. He doesn’t. He is happy and lives anywhere he wants to be. He spends some months each year with family in the States. He lives in Guatemala and in Europe during other times of the year. Living in hostels is a distinctive way of life with an ever changing community of similarly minded folks. Usually a very caring group of strangers. This time I met people from Brazil, Saudi Arabia, many countries around Europe, Ethiopia, and more - places I have never heard of.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Perhaps this Camino has brought me to deeper and more profound awareness than ever before. How can I end? Only I can stop, no, I can pause, and then I will continue, I must continue. The stops and pauses are becoming less often. Time is running out and there is still so much to do and be. I want my body to end while my Spirit journeys. Don’t misunderstand, I am not on a rushed and harried journey, much the opposite. I have learned to be at HOME wherever I am, like Turtle, who carries his home on his back. I am not hurried, I am at home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When I promised the Captain that I would truly disembark in Cleveland this time, his immediate email response was that I didn’t have to make that promise, I could stay and continue with the Ship. How is it that so many around me know my heart as well or better than I do?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I have written more verses to my Death/Life Song. There is a Little Prince, a Fox, a Raven, and a Turtle that I am indebted to, not to mention the Dolphins and Whales, Atlantic Storms and Icebergs! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">How can I possibly abandon the magic, the sacred magic of this place I call home. It is not about a house, it is about a home - that for my soul, is not in one small quarter acre of Medina land. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When Grandfather Tree gave his life for me, and told me that he was doing so freely and willingly. He wanted to give me the opportunity to grow into what I was meant to be. I argued with him that he didn’t have to give his life, I could mature without him doing that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Now I know his wisdom was deeper than mine. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I felt the bond with this Land sever when he died. Now I am wondering, or is it wandering. The land at 89 Hartford no longer feels the same, I miss Grandfather so much. I can hardly bear to walk into the back yard for the grief that I feel. I know that I was given the beautiful Deer, especially the gift of the newborn in the Sacred Fire Pit as a sign and symbol of new life, much different than I had ever known. When I stopped home for 3 hours in May - they were in the backyard, both Mother and Child. I felt their love, their bond together and with me, as GrandMother, I felt their encouragement to keep going.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">OKAY - another coincidence? or a Sacred Act-cident? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When I first spoke to my Niece/Daughter in spirit, that I had missed the date I intended to be home for the childrens’ birthday, due to the week delay the ship experienced for many reasons, I explained that I no longer felt an urgency to be home. She heard the song of my heart. I had been timid about suggesting to her that I complete the voyage through the Great Lakes to Thunder Bay. Thunder Bay was an important destination for me because my husband and I had visited there when we drove around the Great Lakes. We visited an Amethyst Mine there. We brought home pieces of the Healer’s Stone. My Niece/Daughter encouraged me and my heart felt free. When I got to Thunder Bay and was not yet ready to come home, I once again connected with her, each time expecting her to request me to come back. She never did. She willingly embraced the burden of caring for everything that I left behind. She will never know the depth, the treasure of the gift she gave me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I also learned from this experience that the one who sets the limitations on my heart, is not outside of me, rather it is me. I have vowed now to seek my heart’s desire and do my best to care for those who are impacted by my decisions with love and care. I have learned that we each must make our life’s choices as freely as possible. It isn’t easy and I must remind myself often that I am responsible for attaining my life’s purpose. I must do all that I can to move through the limitations and self imposed expectations I have concretized over the many years and lifetimes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I know that this can sound very strange to some. I am hoping that you are the ones who can receive, if not understand or know the experience that I describe. There is so much that I would love to share that is beyond words. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I look forward to spending time with you whether or not, I return. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I am certain, that you realize from this message that I am a deepened Soul from the one who ventured away in April. This extended time has been necessary to do the deep work that the Universe needed to do in me. Don’t ask me, what’s next? I only know that it isn’t over till it’s over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Only the Universe knows and I trust that all is well with my Soul. All is very well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I decided not to fly when the Captain extended the invitation for me to return to the Great Lakes on the Ship. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">How could I ever say NO to being once again on the Great Waters of the Sacred Sea? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Sacred Waters, carry me home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">You have taught me to find HOME, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> wherever I am and in whatever lifetime I walk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Seeking, I continue</span></div>
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Was waiting for all of the DRAMA to settle before I wrote to you.</div>
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As always, I have had some serious ups and downs this journey. </div>
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All to develop RADICAL TRUST. I guess I haven’t learned my lesson completely. There seems to be some repetition, even if the scenarios differ.</div>
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I wouldn’t know how far back to begin - so I will tell you about just the last couple of days.</div>
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When I arrived here in Ijmuiden, I still had no information or instruction about the Ship’s whereabouts. The people who work here at the Hotel Velsen are absolutely wonderful, just like family. --Danielle, Trudy, Mattie --- I have enjoyed every moment with them. They told me that another woman who stayed with them waited over a week for her Cargo Ship to arrive, be loaded and ready to sail. I resigned myself to the fact that I might be here in Ijmuiden longer than planned.</div>
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I received a long message from my Cruise Agent. I was so excited. I did everything that I was instructed to do. Last evening, I walked 2-3 miles to go to the Immigration office to get myself officially stamped to leave the country on the ship. When I arrived at the Police Station where I was told the Immigration Office was, a policeman came to the locked gate, he opened it and told me that the Immigration Office is no longer located at this place. He came into the street and pointed to a tall building that was probably another mile away, at least it seemed that far. He said that I needed to go there and walk around to the side of the building to find the Immigration Office.</div>
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Fine. I started out once again and made my way to the Felison Terminal. I followed his instructions and found the Immigration Office. I carried my yellow folder of important papers in my small daypack on my back. My passport in the usual place, where it is always available. I knew everything was in order. I had the ticket that Miri sent to me just that morning which was what I needed to board the ship. Danielle printed it for me at the Hotel. I had other paperwork in my folder. In addition to the needed info for the Ship, I carried other important papers in my yellow folder. The officer saw me taking out the completed forms that he needed, he asked that instead of taking the papers out, I hand him the entire folder.</div>
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I didn’t think that was necessary, but I have learned compliance is the way of wisdom when there is nothing worthy of a fight. I complied and handed him the folder, not even knowing what all was in it. They kept looking at my passport with some kind of magnifying device. I couldn’t understand a word of the Dutch they were speaking. There were three of them now. I was starting to feel nervous about this process. It was supposed to be so simple. I had all of the paperwork in order. All I needed was a stamp that approved my boarding the ship.</div>
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They asked me so many questions. How much I paid for the trip? When I purchased the ticket? How long I was in Spain. Why there was no indication that I ever left Spain in November of 2018. How did I go home the last time? Did I leave? What was I doing there? What would I be doing on the ship? Why didn’t I fly home? and on and on. I was there a long time. They don’t have anywhere to be since they are opened 24/7.</div>
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I began to wonder if this is anything like the Immigrants feel when they go through the immigration process to enter our country. I wondered what I might feel like to know that I was leaving the country of my entire life-experience. The country that I would never be able to return to once I acted on my choice to leave. I couldn’t imagine being a person without a country, without a home to go to. Here I was in a situation where all I wanted to do was come home. </div>
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One of the officers, the one who seemed to want to give me a difficult time, came into the waiting area where I had been standing all this time. They interrupted helping me to process an entire fishing vessel crew of about 30 men, each with passport and ship papers. I made a deliberate choice to remain calm.</div>
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I felt like they wanted this old lady to lose her cool - so I didn’t. I would not give them what they wanted. Besides, I already had a nice room for the night, I really didn’t want them to put me up in a cage. I remained calm and unphased by the absurdity off the situation. The young officer came out into the waiting area with my passport, not my folder of important papers that I needed in order to board the ship.</div>
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He explained that he could not let me go through the immigration process until he knew for certain that I was leaving the country. He said that he called the number that I gave him for the ship, and they said I was not on their list of passengers. Earlier in the day, I called and spoke with the Master - who is like the operations officer, he did not tell me I wasn’t on the list. He said that he was expecting to get the paperwork and I should give him a call on Friday to find out for certain the day I could come on board and the time that we would sail.</div>
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As he dismissed me, I reminded the young officer that he had all of my paperwork and my yellow folder on his desk. I wanted my folder and papers before I left. He went to get it. Since I wasn’t sure what was in it when he asked for it. I wasn’t sure if everything came back to me. I checked for the critical items that I knew I had to have for Ship boarding.</div>
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I left and walked back to Hotel Velsen. Just as I entered and was telling them about what had just happened, they introduced me to a man who recently arrived. He was also going on a Freighter. I asked him which freighter. We discovered we are the two single passengers that they are taking. We are both scheduled for the NARIA. (Sure sounds a lot like NARNIA - I hope there is a Wardrobe in my room!)</div>
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He was on his way out the door to go to Immigration. I shared briefly that I had just been there and was refused clearance. He decided to go. He, like I, spoke with the Captain and was told to complete this part of the process. I didn’t see him again until this morning.</div>
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When I returned from dinner, I asked Danielle if he had returned and if he had better luck than I did getting through Immigration. She said he had. He was all set and was told to be on the ship Saturday and it would sail on Sunday.</div>
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I was not feeling very good about this. I was now wondering if my Cruise Agents had slipped up. The ship name was not one that I recognized as part of the PZM fleet, so I wondered if there had been some kind of mix up. Was I going to have to find another way home again? Last November I was bumped off of the PZM Freighter and had to find an alternative way home. I decided that I better jot the PZM agents an email. I knew that it was too late in the day, they would be out of the office in England. I would have to be patient to receive a reply tomorrow. I reported to them all that had happened.</div>
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This morning, I saw Wilke at breakfast. He is a really wonderful person. Told me about his family, especially his wife, Batina, who helped make this dream of his, a reality. This is his retirement “gift” that he and his family have saved his whole life for. A Dream realized!</div>
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Then we got to the serious business of my being put off by the Immigration Officers. I asked about the agents that he used. For him everything had gone so smoothly, and he has never traveled before!</div>
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He introduced me to the website and the contact names that he used. Problem is that we couldn’t figure out how to get the site in English. So far, only German. He said that there are a lot of travel agents promoting Freighter travel these days. In the States, I found it difficult to locate one! I used a group from UK. I need to find other alternatives or at least more options. We talked about walking to the TaTa Steel Plant where we need to check in with the company before boarding the vessel. We checked google earth to see that there really was no way to get there by walking. We knew there were strict rules about where people could walk on the company premises. They own so much land it is like a small city.</div>
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I suggested to Wilke that we get a Taxi and share the cost of the fare. We are making all of these plans and I don’t have clearance. I am eager to get a response from the agent about the situation. We check the time and know that they aren’t in the office yet. I must be patient.</div>
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I went to my room and decide I better make my way over to the Immigration office in the hopes that a new shift is working, and I will have a better experience with someone else. Before I go, I call the Ship and talk with the Captain. He is jovial and assures me that he has sent the list to Immigration He doesn’t understand why they denied me last evening. He suggests that I go back and tell them that he expects me on the vessel on Saturday with the goal of sailing on Sunday morning.</div>
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I am getting ready to begin the trek to the Immigration Office when my phone rings. I haven’t heard my phone ring in over a month! ID says the call is from Germany. Must be Wilke. It is. He asks what I am going to do. I tell him I am on my way out the door to return to Immigration. He says that he talked with the Captain and all should be good. I told him I talked to the Captain also. Wilke asked if it was all right with me, he had reserved a Taxi to pick us up at 11:00 in the morning to go to the ship. I was pleased that he had taken care of this detail and that he was kind enough to not only include me but also to be sure that the time would work for me. I agreed and expressed my gratitude. </div>
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Off I went, following my GPS. I knew it was taking me along a different route from yesterday, however, yesterday I went to the police station first and was sent on to the correct building. I thought perhaps this was just a different way to go directly to the Immigration Building.</div>
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As I walked, I certainly felt that I was going much further than I needed to go. I walked 2.4 miles. I only needed to walk 1.1 miles. What I learned is that there are two buildings with the same name. Of course! It really was a lovely crisp walk, with the cool breeze off the water and the gorgeous sun streaming. I could see where I needed to be. I couldn’t figure out how to get there. A taxi driver helped me to enter information on my Google Map that would take me to the correct destination - another 2.2 miles and then after Immigration 1.1 miles back to the Hotel. Like an Immigration Camino!</div>
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Since I spoke with the Captain of the Ship this morning, I was feeling confident. I walked into Immigration and said to a new face, “I spoke with the Captain of the Naria, and he has asked me to come on board tomorrow morning to sail on Sunday morning around 10:00 a.m. Here are the papers you need and my passport. I am quite sure all is in order. In less than two minutes everything was done. I was approved to sail.</div>
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I noticed that the Officer handed me my passport without stamping it. I questioned whether or not I needed it stamped to confirm that I was here for Immigration Processing. Yes, of course! He took my passport and stamped it! Whew, now I feel ready to go. I couldn’t imagine what might happen if I showed up at the Ship in the morning without Immigration authorization.</div>
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I walked back to the hotel. Stopped at the grocery for something healthy to eat. Will pack and be ready for the taxi in the morning. Wilke and I will go for some fish tonight. We are ready to set sail.</div>
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Okay - how is this for an update!!!</div>
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Much love,</div>
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Remember after I get on the ship in the morning, there will be no communication. no postings until I get home in a couple of weeks.</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-7676028832336907062019-05-01T14:03:00.000-04:002019-05-14T14:15:57.457-04:002019-04-30. Leaving and Arriving: Life’s Story!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Today is May 1, 2019. How did that happen? Where did April go? Do you ever ask yourself about the fleeting nature of time? For me, it reminds me of the sacred quality of time. That every moment is just that a precious moment and once it is gone - it is gone forever. As I live into this eighth decade of my life, it seems to go by faster and faster. Sometimes, I wonder what the rush is? As a child, I didn’t comprehend what my Grandmother meant when she commented on the fleeting nature of time. Now, I get it!</div>
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News about Today - starting with Yesterday (see how fast it goes? I have to go backwards, in order to go forwards into NOW.</div>
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Yesterday, April 30, 2019, this is what I wrote:</div>
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It is 12:48, I woke every hour on the hour expectant to hear the 5:45 a.m. bells, 6:00 a.m. bells, 7:00 bells, 7:15 bells - It doesn’t matter which one, all BELLS. That being said, there are some combinations of tones that I like the best. Usually involves a kind of rolling of tones, as if being poured out of a huge container. I also love when the largest of the bells is engaged, the one at the top that can most easily be seen. It is not sounded very often. It is so sonorous.</div>
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I longed to say goodbye to the Monks’ Sacred Garden this morning, however, I decided it is more important to keep the privacy restrictions and be invited back for a visit at another time. I don’t want to lose this privilege.</div>
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I was up with the 5:45 a.m. Bells. Finished last minute packing. Almost forgot my sandwich in the kitchen refrigerator. Went back for it. A drizzly, rainy day. I went first to check out at the Hotel. Paid for the nine days from Easter April 21 till today April 30. Left my luggage there. The woman who took care of me has become a familiar face. We always exchange large smiles of recognition. She calls me “Lady,” so very respectful and full of kindness. The sound of being called LADY, cracks me up but, of course, I would never show it. I am not accustomed to this level of formality.</div>
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I asked to leave my luggage while I go to say goodbye to the Basilica. I keep my backpack with computer under my rain jacket and take it with me. I take some last photos- at this quiet hour the Basilica is empty - a rare sight. I stood and absorbed the 7:00 a.m. sounding of the bells - one last time this rip. When the door to the Black Madonna was opened a Chinese family was waiting. They hurried through their visit. I thought they would stop in the Cambril chapel area for a while, but they didn’t. I paid my visit to Morenenta undisturbed. There was no one behind me. I took my time to take all the photos I’ve taken before and more. Hands and toes of Mother and Child. Close ups of both faces, and then, something strange happened. My camera started flickering on and off. I didn’t think I would be successful in getting a close up of her face. I even have a couple of totally black photos of evidence of this seeming electric faulting. I thought about what I read concerning the energy from the mountain -electric magnetic fields that some say play a part in the healings near the statue. I mentioned this morning’s experience to Father Toni. He shared that there were tests done to measure the electrical fields around the Basilica and in the Square in front of the Basilica. Most of the talk about electromagnetic fields could not be scientifically measured. The only evidence that showed up was due to some underground water. I mentioned to Father Toni, that often this seems to be true at sites of great Cathedrals to the Madonna, that are built over ancient Pagan Ritual space, where there are, in fact, underground water or wells.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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This experience with my camera flickering and then working perfectly well after this morning’s occurrence, reminded me of something similar that happened when I was with a group of students visiting a site in Southern Ohio of the Serpent Mound. At that time - it was before I owned an Iphone, I was using a digital camera. When I attempted to take photos at the mounds, my camera did all kinds of unexpected things that I can’t even explain or describe. I thought my camera was ruined. I didn’t understand what was wrong. When we left this place, I mentioned to some in the group what had happened. They told me to try the camera again. They explained that there is an electrical field at the mounds that can cause this to happen and the camera is actually fine! I didn’t believe them. </div>
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This leaves me with questions about what happened this morning while photographing Morenenta? What happened? Was it my own energy that caused the malfunction? Is that a possibility? I know I am having very strong feelings about leaving this sacred place. Could it be?</div>
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What is the power of our personal energy? on cameras? on one another? on ourselves?</div>
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These are questions, like so many, that may never be answered. That’s okay. There is something about the mystery that makes it all the more special, the not knowing!</div>
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As I exited, I paused momentarily in the Cambril, behind the Statue. I remembered the very first time I was in that Chapel. There had been a red rope restricting entry because there was a private Mass going on. I was visiting the Basilica for the very first time. I heard singing as I passed the small Chapel and I paused to look just for a moment and then, seeing the red rope, I continued. Just as I was walking away, a man lifted the red rope and invited me to come in. Without hesitation, I entered and attended the completion of the Mass that was being celebrated in Spanish or Catalan. I watched as the Priest spoke and kept pointing up to the back of the statue that is present in this room. I received Holy Communion. An unexpected sacred moment for me, a passerby, invited in, given an unexpected banquet of grace, released to the world, changed. I knew I would be back. I knew I must come back. The message of the Mary visitations on the Camino actualizing. Now I have visited four times and according to the message received from the Virgin as I prayed, this visit, in the Hermitage of Saint Iscles, I need not worry, I will return.</div>
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She has taught me so much in each of the visits, especially about how I am to love her Son. That is a much longer story to share.</div>
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Yesterday, as I left the Cambril for the last time this visit, I place the Red Rope across the entry to the Chapel, just as I had first seen it years ago. I took a picture, to remember. I put it back the way I found it and walked away.</div>
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It is still raining. I went back to the hotel to claim my luggage. Being early to meet Father Toni, who offered to take me to the train that would get me to the airport on time, I waited at the hotel where it was warm and dry. At the appointed time I went to the parking area. We loaded my luggage into the car and off down the winding mountain road to the station. Thank heaven for Father Toni’s help to get me through the ticket machines and on to the correct platform and the train headed in the correct direction.</div>
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The train arrived on the opposite track of what we expected. Quickly we said goodbye and off I went toward Barcelona.</div>
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When I arrived at P. Espanya the ticket agent spoke English and explained that it would be easier for me to go back three stops toward where I had come from, because there was a direct connection into the Airport Terminal. A much easier way than to attempt a bus from here. He was very kind and let me re-enter using the same ticket to go back to Europa Firma and then switch to the Metro Line 9 directly into Terminal One where I was departing on Vueling Airlines.</div>
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I asked several people where to locate the airline desk. No one seemed to know what I was talking about. Now I am wondering if I am at the correct airport…just a little bit of panic! Finally, I was referred to an information desk. The agent knew immediately what I was asking. Then I realized what the problem was. I don’t know how to pronounced ‘V’. The more I emphasized the VVVVVV, the more confused others were. Now I remember as the agent speaks the name back to me “Bueling”, VVVV is BBBBB in Spain.</div>
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I located the desk on the third floor and stood in a very long line to check in. Although I was over an hour early, I was worried about missing my flight. Once my baggage was checked in, I was directed to Passport check in. When I got there, I was somehow misdirected. I assume all responsibility for these slip ups. It is all about LANGUAGE!</div>
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I couldn’t find my flight listed anywhere. I stopped a gentleman in a uniform that looked like he might be able to help. It is getting close to my departure time. He says that I am in the wrong place. This is the second time today, first at the train and now here at the airport. I’m in the wrong place.</div>
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Were you in the wrong place if everything works out the way it was intended to work out?</div>
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What purpose, or good outcome was the result of being in the wrong place?</div>
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Has it ever happened that the very place you planned to be is truly the wrong place?</div>
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Have you ever wondered if it is the place or is it you that is wrong?</div>
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He marks my passport and delivers me to a different area. I see my flight listed and realize I have a long walk to get to the gate before boarding begins.I have to move very quickly to get to the departure gate. Breathless and overheated, I arrive at Gate 41 - the flight is late!!! thank you. I run to the rest room. I come back. Still no plane in sight! I hurry to the water fountain and fill my water bottle. Now I am ready to board. I go back to my place in line.</div>
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Eventually we are all boarded and seated. 7F is my window seat and I am grateful that in the very full plane, the middle seat is left unoccupied. I have a little room to stretch. I am exhausted from the stress of the journey. I sleep for a little while. I awake in time to purchase a bottle of mineral water. All day, I have been eating the sandwich I purchased the day before at the Café in Montserrat. I finish it on the plane. I will get to Amsterdam and have a nice dinner tonight.</div>
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After gathering my luggage, I go to the ticket machine to attempt to figure out how to get to Ijmuiden where I am staying, close to the port where the ship is to dock. A family is there purchasing their tickets. I ask if they speak English. Could they help me purchase a ticket? The woman knows I am going to Ijmuiden, seems to know me. I must look confused. She explains that we spoke standing in the line waiting for the airplane in Barcelona. She and her husband were returning from taking their son, Jon to Barcelona to celebrate his start of High School. This was a family tradition for each child as they passed into High School.</div>
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They looked at the map that I had screen shot the day before of the journey and determined that I would be taking the same train as they were. They assisted in the purchase of the ticket. When it was time for me to exit - in three stops - Jon reminded me to get off the train. I did.</div>
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I asked around the station about how to get to Ijmuiden, the Train folks said there was no train. I was directed to follow Bus signs - outside and downstairs. I exited the building. Busses parked in a row all along the left of the large station lot. I was making my way to the building hoping to find an office to make inquiry. The very first bus I walked passed read: Ijmuiden. I asked the driver if she was going near the address I had in my phone.</div>
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She didn’t know how close she could get me. Her bus number was a little different than the one in the directions. She said she thought it could be very close. She was leaving now. </div>
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I decided to risk it. With all my luggage I went to the back of the bus. I didn’t like being so far from the driver in case she could indicate where I might get off. I had myself sandwiched into a seat with backpack on my lap and suitcase on the seat next to me to clear the isle.</div>
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Signs flew by. Ijmuiden. I realized that this was a large area. Many signs said Ijmuiden. Bus stop after bus stop indicate IJmuiden. I was getting a bit fidgety wondering if I should be getting off. Finally, something in me said. Get your stuff together and make your way forward. this was a major task: lifting the luggage down, wrapping the backpack on, moving from the back to the front of the bus. I did. </div>
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The driver looked at me and said, “I checked with some of the passengers. This is your stop.” Just like that. I was directed off the bus and told the direction to walk. I did. </div>
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Amazed at the timing. </div>
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Amazed always at how I am cared for, even if there is a bit of drama. </div>
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Amazed I always get where I am going, even when I don’t have a clue!!!</div>
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I didn’t see the street name anywhere: Kennemerlaan. The spelling of words here in Holland is so different from Spain. Another immersion experience.</div>
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A man walking his dog, coming toward me. I have a fanny pack around my waist, a backpack on my back, I am dragging a roller duffel behind me. I think he took pity. I asked if he could direct me. He read the address I pointed to on my phone screen. “Yes, just here. Follow this street. You are at 300. Must go to 118. Not far. This side of the street. I know the place. You are fine.”</div>
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At that I was on my way, quickly snuggled into a wonderful clean room. Unpacked, changed clothes, went out for a walk. Got lost. Needed to ask directions back. My phone is not providing Google Maps because I have gone from Spain to Holland. I will take care of that in the morning so that I can walk. Walk without getting lost!</div>
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Last item. I ate at the Greek Restaurant in the same building as the Hotel Velsen. Food was wonderful and plentiful. I took more than half back with me for tomorrow’s meals.</div>
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I’ll bet you asked yourself a lot of questions as I share this part of the journey. Please share them with me. I know, the day was full of questions, but the best part is always the answers that often arrive in ways that I cannot explain.</div>
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A day of answers held!</div>
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HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-21310882617484755682019-04-29T14:00:00.000-04:002019-05-14T14:02:09.714-04:002019-04-29. Feast of Sant Jordi at Montserrat<div style="text-align: justify;">
There is quite a good discussion going on for those who are interested in my post of Sunday April 28th, subject Women Bishops article. The discussion is NOT about Women Bishops, rather if you look further, it is about the way we as Humans KNOW or PERCEIVE Divinity.</div>
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This morning Richard Rohr's Daily Meditation, once again, is right in line with the ongoing discussion. Please get to know Rohr's daily posts. He is an excellent thinker and sometimes brings out the AHA in me and sometimes the FIGHT! This morning I am going AHA, AHA! as I attempt to wrap my heart and my mind around his sharing.</div>
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"If God only loved perfect things, God would have nothing to do!" Richard Rohr</div>
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How about you? What is your response, reaction to Rohr's meditation?</div>
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Heaven Now: Divinization</div>
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Monday, April 29, 2019</div>
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If we could glimpse the panoramic view of the biblical revelation and the Big Picture of which we’re a part, we’d see how God is forever evolving human consciousness, making us collectively ever more ready for God. The Hebrew prophets and many Catholic and Sufi mystics used words like espousal or marriage to describe this divine-human love affair. That’s what the prophet Isaiah (61:10; 62:5), many of the Psalms, the school of Paul (Ephesians 5:25-32), and the Book of Revelation (19:7-8; 21:2) mean by “preparing a bride to be ready for her husband.”</div>
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The human soul is being gradually readied so that actual intimacy and partnership with the Divine are the result. It’s all moving toward a final marriage between God and creation. Note that such salvation is a social and cosmic concept, not just about isolated individuals “going to heaven.” The Church was meant to bring this corporate salvation to conscious and visible possibility.</div>
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But how could divine espousal really be God’s plan? Isn’t this just poetic exaggeration? If this is the agenda, why were most of us presented with an angry deity who needed to be placated and controlled? Why would God even want to “marry” God’s creation? If you think I am stretching it here, look for all the times Jesus uses a wedding banquet as his image for eternity, and both he and John the Baptist call Jesus “the bridegroom” (Mark 2:19-20; John 3:29). Think how strange that is! Jesus is not marrying anyone, is he? The very daring, seemingly impossible idea of union with God is still something we’re so afraid of that most of us won’t allow ourselves to think of an actual intimate relationship with God. Only God in you, “the Holy Spirit planted in your heart,” can imagine such a possibility (Romans 8:11 and throughout Paul’s letters).</div>
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The Eastern Fathers of the Church were much less afraid of this realization; they called it the real process of human “divinization” (theosis). In fact, they saw it as the whole point of the Incarnation and the very meaning of salvation. The much more practical and rational church in the West seldom used the word, despite Peter’s teaching (1 Peter 1:4-5 and 2 Peter 1:4). John also was quite clear about divine union being the final goal in much of his Gospel: “I pray not only for them, but also for those who will believe in me through their word, so that they may all be one, as you, Father, are in me and I in you, that they also may be in us, that the world may believe that you sent me” (John 17:20-21). It is important not to confuse divine union with human perfection. The choice for union is always from God’s side; our response is always and forever partial and feeble.</div>
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Jesus came to give us the courage to trust and allow our inherent union with God, and he modeled it for us in this world. Union is not a place we go to later—if we are good; union is the place from which we come, the place from which we’re called to live now. We wasted centuries confusing union with personal perfection. Union is God’s choice for us in our very imperfect world. Divine Love has no trouble loving imperfect things! That is just our human problem. If God could only love perfect things, God would have nothing to do.</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-44942700596337444142019-04-28T13:57:00.000-04:002019-05-14T13:59:06.472-04:00Women Bishops<div style="text-align: justify;">
How Appropriate to receive this information this Sunday morning April 28, 2019. Printed in News Europe:</div>
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Women bishops were active in fifth century</div>
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Victoria Ward in London</div>
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See my comments following this important article:</div>
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A fresco unearthed in an Italian catacomb suggests that women were acting as bishops in the early Christian church, academics claim.</div>
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The fifth century image of a woman named Cerula shows her surrounded by open, flaming Gospel books, symbolic of the role of a bishop. Academics said the discovery, in San Gennaro, Naples, was "incredibly significant" and proved that women held senior roles in the early church.</div>
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It could mean that millions will have to rethink the origins of their faith.</div>
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The revelations are made in Jesus's Female Disciples: The New Evidence, due to be aired on Channel 4 next weekend. The programme also suggests Jesus had many more female disciples than previously thought.</div>
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Bible experts Helen Bond and Joan Taylor visited the catacomb in Naples, where, in the early third century, the Christians began to bury their dead and pave the walls with frescoes.</div>
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The wall paintings, hidden for 1,000 years, were rediscovered in 1971 and recently restored. Cerula was painted in the late fifth or early sixth century and is depicted in the praying position with the "chi-rho" symbol of Christ over her head. Crucially, she is surrounded by open volumes of all four gospels, suggesting she had real influence and responsibility.</div>
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Dr Ally Kateusz, a Christian art expert, told the show: "It's really extraordinary because bishops were associated with the gospels. Bishops, and bishops only, had open gospel books placed over their heads during their ordination ritual."</div>
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Dr Luca Badini, from the Wijngaards Institute for Catholic Research, said: "It was known that women bishops were preaching at that time but very little evidence exists of it. There are still some people who argue on the basis of tradition, stating that they can't allow women to minister because it's never been done before, but of course, that's not true."</div>
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Carol's Reflection:</div>
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The Universe never ceases to amaze me.</div>
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Just yesterday I claimed publicly for anyone to read, that I am the Eighth Bishop who was present at the Feast celebrating Santa Maria de Montserrat.</div>
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Today this article comes across my computer. I feel encouraged by this knowledge and grateful to share it.</div>
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I know there will always be those who will not accept, that's the way it is with humans. It is very difficult to unlearn and to allow ourselves to disbelieve what we have believed to always be true...</div>
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Fact is, the Universe, Science, great Hearts of Truth, know that there is nothing that doesn't evolve, grow and change, because that is the way creation constantly is.</div>
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All we need do is pay attention to the seasons of the year to know we are in a constant cycle of birth, life, death, birth, life, death, birth....That is what the Paschal Mystery is all about: Jesus' Birth, Life, Death, New Life which is Birth and the cycle continues through us.</div>
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Yep, it is simply the way it is, whether or not we believe it.</div>
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In my years of personal evolution, I have learned to choose different words. I no longer say I BELIEVE anything. However, there are very important things that I KNOW for certain because of all that has been shown me through my experience and the experiences all around me.</div>
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My challenge to all of us today is to make a couple of lists:</div>
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Take some time to think about and compare your lists. </div>
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How are your lists the same or different?</div>
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Do you teach your heart to be open to new ways of understanding?</div>
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Do you feel it is important to hold to the childhood truths that you consider the most sacred?</div>
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Is it possible that you are being invited into another layer of the most sacred?</div>
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What are the consequences if you hold on to what you have always believed? If you allow yourself to consider other possibilities of the Sacred being revealed to you?</div>
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Do you think God revealed truth to you once and for all?</div>
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Do you think God continues to reveal divine truth to you?</div>
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Where are you most comfortable? In what truth?</div>
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What is your truth?</div>
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So many questions - Remember, I only share with you, the questions that I ask myself. God is an amazing reality. I don't want to miss knowing, experiencing, feeling what God has for me today.</div>
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Brothers and Sisters, be at peace in the truth you hold dear.</div>
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AKA The Reverend Doctor Carol P Vaccariello.</div>
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AKA Pastor Carol. </div>
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AKA simply me </div>
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loving you</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-66322540321659084092019-04-27T13:43:00.000-04:002019-05-14T13:54:32.798-04:002019-04-27. The Feast of Santa Maria de Monserrat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Started this morning 7:00 a.m. with Missa de L’Albas. (Mass at Dawn) which was held in the Cambril, the small chapel behind the statue of the Black Virgin. It lasted an hour, about 30 minutes longer than I expected. The same monks who led this Mass left immediately to lead Laudes, Morning Prayer in the basilica. Then we were all late to get breakfast, but I was waiting in that line because I had foregone last night’s Sopar so that I would have a seat for the entire festivities of the Vigil which began with Vespers 18:15 (6:15 p.m.) and ended with the Vigil Mass after midnight. When I left the Basilica, the people were doing circle folk dances in the Square. Music was blaring from loudspeakers. It was so magical. I saw people hanging out of the apartment windows to receive the energy and watch what was going on in the street.</div>
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Breakfast this morning was a wonderful disaster! We had that awesome hot chocolate “drink” that is more the consistency of hot cooked chocolate pudding. I dipped the sweet breads into it and lost myself in sweet tender morsels thick in decadent chocolate. Can you taste it?</div>
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Of course, after that I ate a healthy breakfast of croissant with tomato squeezed pulp, salami, pepperoni, cheese. I had two of these incredible MINI breakfast sandwiches. </div>
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Don’t be so quick to judge. </div>
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Remember I didn’t have dinner last evening. ☺️</div>
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How do you satisfy and rationalize your wants and desires?</div>
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What is your brand of “Chocolate”?</div>
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How many minis is enough?</div>
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What are your favorite ways of fooling yourself?</div>
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I finished with coffee stirred into my chocolate coated cup, added hot milk, remembered how much MOM loved Mocha! Fr. Louis put me at a table with all men. Mostly Priests and the Bishop of the Northern Spain border area with France. Last evening this Bishop offered some of the Mass prayers with his deep sonorous French that added a touch of classic difference so the sounds of the evening. I love the mix of culture and tradition here. It is possible that the place where I started the Camino de Santiago in Southern France is part of his jurisdiction.</div>
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This morning one of the young men who sat across from me at breakfast was talking about the seven Bishops at the Vigil Mass. I told him that I knew there were at least eight Bishops there last night. He said, no, he counted them. I said, so did I, and there were eight. He looked at me quizzically. I said, “I am a Bishop in the Independent Catholic Movement.” I went on to explain and he was caught up with this new knowledge. I explained some of the history and how I manifest this aspect of my calling. Then my awareness kicked in. At our breakfast table, there were eight men and myself and two Bishops! When I am in my Bishop mood, I wear my Bishop’s Amethyst Ring. It reminds me of who and what I am called to be and do.</div>
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Do you ever need to be reminded about who you are and what your call is?</div>
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I use my rings as symbols to remind me. </div>
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Do you need reminders? </div>
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Have you ever thought about that? </div>
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What do you use? </div>
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What will you use?</div>
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Are you still working out who you are? </div>
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Don’t sweat it. So am I ?</div>
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Maybe the reason we don’t seem to figure it out is because the dimensions of our Call are fluid. Your thoughts?</div>
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After breakfast I decided to go to the Hostal for about an hour. Then I wanted to return in time to capture the Monastery Bells that would call for Mass to begin in 15 minutes followed by the Bells that announced Mass was starting. I set up my computer and noticed immediately the message from Oscar of MRTV. Since I wasn’t sure what it said and truly couldn’t believe my eyes when I thought I understood what it said, I organized and rushed to the Monastery Offices to locate Oscar for a face to face meeting in order to comprehend fully what I thought he emailed to me. A couple of days ago, in response to several emails from me requesting photos that I saw his team of pros taking, he sent 18 photos of Holy Week. From what Google Translate and I could decipher, I thought that was all that I would get from him. I offered to pay for the photos. I was happy with receiving any. I did decide to push just a bit and asked if he thought he would be getting any more. I knew the photographers took hundreds of shots. I was right there watching them. Many of the photos were taken from the small chapel where I was seated with my Retreat Group.</div>
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I rushed to the monastery offices to find him, the receptionist said he wouldn’t be in today. I told her I just received a message and thought he was here. She double checked and no he isn’t in today. He must have sent the email from home. I asked her to read the message that he sent me to be sure I understood. She did and she verified what I thought. He sent 236 additional photos. I was overjoyed. I asked about a fee for these professional photos. She said there was no fee! </div>
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As I write this reflection, the 236 photos are downloading into my computer. According to the message I received they are available for 7 days. If I don’t download, they disappear. So download I am, before I forget or before I lose WIFI connection.</div>
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Brother Pau helps in that department and we are close friends. Maybe there was some influence, or maybe Oscar got tired of my pleading emails? or maybe his photo team just got around to sending more to him? or maybe, he sorted through the myriads of photos they took and determined which he thought were appropriate to share and not a breach of privacy?</div>
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Ever out-wonder yourself with “maybes,” instead of accepting the “what is” of a situation?</div>
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How do you live with the wonder of the surprises, the gifts that just come?</div>
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Do you allow surprises to be just that? </div>
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or do you have to minimalize them? </div>
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kind of robs you of the wonder and joy of the moment,</div>
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doesn’t it.</div>
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I am sitting with my computer in the private first floor chapel in the guest wing of the Monastery, </div>
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all alone, </div>
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in the dark, </div>
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all is well.😌</div>
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The Bells - I can’t forget the Bells on this special day. There they go! I leave my computer in the Chapel and run with my phone to the Plaça to take in the bells. Amazing as I video and record the sound and all the people flooding to the Basilica for the 11:00 Mass. Tourists are held outside while familiar faces of church members and regular worshippers, like me, are welcomed in. Once we are set, then the tourists are welcomed into the back half of the pews.</div>
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Since I went to Mass at Dawn, I don’t feel an urge to attend in this throng again. I know the Cardinal is here from Rome to say the Mass. I think he will do fine without me. I am enjoying solitude.</div>
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The photos have finished downloading. </div>
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I hear people preparing to leave the Monastery as they pack up and start out. </div>
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Feels like a moment of completions.</div>
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How do you manage the completions in your reality?</div>
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Do you enjoy completion?</div>
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Do you long for never endings?</div>
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For me, it truly depends on what is completing.</div>
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There have been times when I have longed for the completion of a life of a loved one that has known so much pain and struggle. At the very same time, I longed for that life to NEVER end. Completion is sometimes a blessing and sometimes so hard.</div>
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Outside folks are gathering. I hear instruments tuning up, a folk band begins directly under the chapel windows in the ancient arches of the cloister remains from the original monastery. Feels like a dance is in the making. Fun to listen to this folk-style music filled with joy and dancing feet. The crowd is cheering as they pause for their first break. I must go outside and see what is happening. The circle dancing goes on and on! What a people.</div>
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HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-27526322062412629262019-04-26T13:37:00.000-04:002019-05-14T13:42:20.292-04:002019-04-26 Feast Day Vigil of Santa Maria de Montserrat<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Big day of celebration on the Mountain!</div>
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Feast Day Vigil of Santa Maria de Montserrat</div>
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First, I must say a word about a strange repetitive occurrence. </div>
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Yesterday morning I was awakened around 4:15 a.m. when my Cell phone fell on my face from a shelf above my head where is was charging. This morning when I left the Basilica after visiting the Black Madonna, I walked through the area where people light candles of remembrance and praise. As I was exiting, I walked head first into a glass door that was impossible to see, because they keep everything so clean. My observation: two days in a row, head bonked in strange ways. What is it that I am not getting or not paying attention to? I only have through Monday to discover the answer to that question.</div>
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A beautiful day! Hiked on the mountain this morning to Saint Michael, (Sant Miguel), the Archangel’s Cross and Chapel. Wind is very strong. I decide it is not the safest place to be in these strong winds. I look around the base of the Cross and see gifts left by others: money, photos and plaques, memorials. I can feel the pain and loss that saturates this place. The Wind has a big job, cleansing and refreshing so many hearts from pain and sorrow. Saint Michael is the Patron Guardian of these Mountains.</div>
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I see money scattered all around. It appears to be untouched. </div>
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Here on the Mountain at the foot of this cross, it is not money. </div>
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It is something else. </div>
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Do you have any idea what to call it? </div>
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I don’t.</div>
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I mountain meandered for a couple of hours. Listened and recorded Bells and Birds in mind’s storage and phones video. Strange sounding languages all around me. Walking alone is my preference. I center on the feeling of the mountain and everything around me. It isn’t just about me being here. It’s more about here embracing me.</div>
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Do you have a place, a space that embraces you? </div>
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How is that different from you visiting that place?</div>
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I wish that the sacredness of the mountain was obvious to every visitor, but it’s not. Some talk and squeal the entire time they walk and never see or take in anything around them. I really don’t understand why they come here. Absolute beauty forsaken.</div>
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There are numerous statues, markers, reminders of the Ancestors. </div>
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Most folks are totally unaware. I wish I could approach and let them know what they are missing. </div>
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Two women at Sant Michael hermitage, don’t even seem to notice me walking into their space. Another hiker, a man, now has their attention with some big story. He stops for a cigarette. Really? Here in this sacred place? That’s like lighting a cigarette in the Basilica. </div>
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I don’t say anything because I don’t have the words to say. I keep to myself. They keep talking in piercing tones that I find annoying. I remind myself that if I understood, I might join in. </div>
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I am glad I don’t understand. I want to remain in Mountain Communion. The Mass Bells tug at me. I wonder if I should have considered attending today? The Mass is scheduled daily at 11:00 a.m. The time of the day is difficult. There isn’t a long stretch of time to walk the mountain.</div>
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What do you hold Sacred?</div>
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Do you make time for the Sacred in your daily life?</div>
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After a couple of hours, I returned to my Hostal, the first building that I came to on the return path. I spend time responding to FB and other messages. It has been a blessing to connect and re-connect with so many through FB. I am realizing the closeness that I feel with people I haven’t seen or communicated with for 20-30 years or more.</div>
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Are there folks that you would like to reconnect with?</div>
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What stops you from doing that?</div>
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Do you have a plan to reconnect, before it is too late?</div>
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There are an exceptional number of people here today and more and more pouring in. Today is the Vigil of the Feast of Santa Maria of Montserrat. At lunch, I ate with three women whose names were Montserrat. They are here to celebrate this special day. Although the actual Feast Day is April 27th, it is customary to begin the celebration on the evening before. There are more people coming into the Hostal. I still have the luxury of having three empty beds in my room and so far, I am not sharing. That could quickly change as Pilgrims and lovers of Montserrat flood the town.</div>
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Do you guard your personal space?</div>
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Are there times when you want alone time?</div>
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When is that for you?</div>
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How do you make that happen for your inner being?</div>
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We had an interesting and very tasty lunch. We were told that it was Goat and we think it was turkey! Go figure.</div>
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Currently I am sitting in the large area where folks eventually will be coming to eat. Since this building is new, most don’t know what facilities are available. I looked out the window and saw two fully habited nuns walking down the street, one of them has on a neon green baseball cap over her headpiece and veil! Even with the bright sun, I didn’t expect to see that.</div>
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Are there unexpected things that make you smile?</div>
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Maybe you aren’t paying close enough attention!</div>
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This morning as I was finishing up my writing time, one of the Monk Postulants, that’s a person who is just beginning his religious studies and formation for this community lifestyle, recognized me from seeing me at prayer. He came to talk. He explained the events of today and tomorrow and I learned things I would not have known. I know there are signs posted, but, I sometimes miss things that I don’t understand. Tonight, the Mass is at 10:00 p.m. (22:00 hours) which is preceded by a concert at 9:00 pm. (21:00 hours). In the morning there will be a special Mass at 7:00 a.m. in the Cambril, the area behind the Statue of the Black Virgin.</div>
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One of the Monks, a close friend, emailed this morning. He alerted me to the pre-service concert that will take place showcasing the Llibre Vermell de Montserrat (Red Book of Montserrat), a 14th-century manuscript compiled by the Monks. It is named for the red binding into which the collection was placed in the 19th century. These are late medieval songs and dances, one of the most famous manuscripts of ancient music. Tonight, they will be performed by local Catalonian Musicians.</div>
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I have decided to forego dinner which is normally served at 8:00 p.m.(20:00 hours) in order to get a seat in the Basilica. Father Toni told me, if I want a place to sit, I must be early.</div>
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What means so much to you that you would forego a meal to attend?</div>
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When was the last time you wanted something that much?</div>
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I do find it quite amazing how the people flood this place. It is not an easy place to get to way up here on the Mountain. To discourage cars, because of the lack of parking space available, the rates are expensive. People are encouraged to take the Rack Rail Train up the mountain. </div>
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The Basilica is often filled. All the pews, seats, people sitting on the floor in front of the pews and along the sides. The isles will be packed with people standing shoulder to shoulder and front to back with little to no room to move. It is calm and expected. No one seems to have any problem with this. It is just the way it is. Some people will come prepared with stadium sitting pads, prepared to sit on the cold hard stone steps or floor.</div>
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Would you sit on a cold stone floor for four hours for anything?</div>
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I have been alerted that after the Concert, which begins at 9:00 p.m., Mass begins at 10:00. There will be many dignitaries here from CHURCH and STATE! Catalonia is a politically charged place. It is likely that the ceremonies will go till 1:00 a.m. and start again at 7:00 a.m.</div>
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Lots of reflective thoughts and questions are running around in my head. </div>
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I’ve interspersed some in the thoughts above.</div>
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Time to post and get ready for tonight’s gala events.</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-44105517310926738402019-04-25T13:29:00.000-04:002019-05-14T13:33:58.740-04:002019-04-25 Monks Away<div style="text-align: justify;">
Walked through a dense morning fog and drizzle to the Basilica. </div>
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Actually, at 4:15 this morning, I was brutally awakened by my cell phone falling off the shelf above my head in the Albergue bunk beds, smashing into my left cheek bone. It was on the shelf recharging during the night. I have been concerned this might happen, but I didn’t listen to Spirit’s urgings to take preventative precautions. Will I ever learn to listen???</div>
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I am fortunate it did not directly hit my eye. I got up and wet it with cool water, wishing I had some ice. I don’t remember seeing any in the kitchen. I used cool water.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BbVq9kompB5FSoBuL4FocCyAH-_1Q5D7QDswLxvKHDKERjigPcS-EvB13KwH7izDFxJOc_LBul3Q0ADDgxSobP2dE6Pwc_T4CeFFzkRIljgtupftM5rd2IagpvUiVF7Mx8fm62bHm09B/s1600/tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BbVq9kompB5FSoBuL4FocCyAH-_1Q5D7QDswLxvKHDKERjigPcS-EvB13KwH7izDFxJOc_LBul3Q0ADDgxSobP2dE6Pwc_T4CeFFzkRIljgtupftM5rd2IagpvUiVF7Mx8fm62bHm09B/s320/tree.jpg" width="320" /></a>When I was awakened, I looked outside, noticed the dense fog. There is a picture of the tree outside my window. Of course, it might have appeared a bit blurry to me because of the impact of the Iphone.</div>
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Went back to bed holding Rieke energy around the left side of my face. My eye seems fine. I can see and focus. It is my cheekbone that took the hardest hit. </div>
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I visited Saint Mary of Montserrat, the revered icon of the Black Madonna, aka, La Moreneta. Pilgrims come from all over to experience her healing energy. During prayer, I suggested that a black eye, although it might make me resemble her a little more, might not be very😎 becoming😉 on my otherwise very pale face!</div>
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The Monks are away today for a one-day retreat. </div>
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No public Laudes, morning prayer. I went and prayed Laudes by myself.</div>
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There was a large group of Chinese pilgrims here. They must not have known the monks would be away. Their guide realized this, when there were no bells announcing prayer and no monks appearing. Of course, I couldn’t understand what was said. I observed as they moved from the Nave to the Cambril chapel behind the statue to chant and pray.</div>
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I took more photos of the continued dense fog of this morning. No sunrise to capture this day. Can’t even see the outline of the huge mountains hiding, playing a serious game of hide-n-seek. A selfie places me in the midst of the mist.</div>
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Fascinated with my new experience of long silver hair, I took a couple of selfies. I don’t know how much longer I will let it grow. There doesn’t seem to be a reason to cut it. and there are some reasons not to. Researched Native American teaching. Ever think about that? Why do all Native men and women keep their hair long? I feel and look very different, a new persona. Sometimes I feel and look very old. Sometimes old and wise, or silly! I must admit the years pass by more rapidly now than ever before. It is okay. I find contentment in the me I am now and becoming.</div>
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How about you? Are you content? If not, what will it take to find for yourself a way to embrace and love the inevitable process of growing older? Do you have any idea what a gift you are? What a gift your life of experience is? Sometimes I think the stronger the lessons one needed to conquer, the wiser the Elder, the richer, more valuable the gift.</div>
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Today, a long-time friend wrote with an update of old acquaintances that I haven’t seen in many, many years. I responded that I thought it was time for a visit before none of us remembered who we are or have left this Earth’s beauty and bounty. We are working on a date to make that visit happen for real. Can you imagine how it will be as we silently compare and contrast our ability to age gracefully??? What characters we are!</div>
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You? Any old things that you want to renew? Friendships, relationships, seeing a beloved place one more time while you have energy to walk that far and courage to remember? Remembering, simply for the sake of remembering and smiling. </div>
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So important to love every moment of the journey, even the raw and raucous moments. Lance, what did those Benzie Boys do to poor old Frank on the way home from camp?</div>
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I know I have much to share. I am living in my largest NOW ever and planning to give back as much as I can to as many who would benefit and want what I share. Years of wisdom and grace.</div>
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Our American culture is not good with recognizing the gifts of our Elders. In the months that I am privileged to be in Spain, I experience an honoring and caring from complete strangers. Offers of umbrellas in the rain, a strong armed stranger to hold, on rain soaked slippery stone streets. Try to say that one fast🤪.</div>
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I have been thinking about what I am best at being and how I want to give back.</div>
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I want to have more spiritual life coaching clients. </div>
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I think that is my truest calling. I see the results and am uplifted to watch young and old receive encouragement and direction from the time we share. I am fortunate to have a depth of training and a gentle/strong soul to guide seekers with love, compassion and care.</div>
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I am happy to share inspirational presentations about how spiritual travel is a model for living one's life. I love to lead retreats about my experiences in Spirit, the Monastic Immersion, Divine Feminine, Camino-my Life, Chants and Dance, Meditative Journaling, using lead questions for meditative writing to share and find deeper meanings—-small group and large group sharing. Use of other sacred writing, images, music. All of this is to help us connect with our own life experience and its deep value.</div>
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When I return home, I will package some examples to share and promote. I want to reach more people who might be needing encouragement or guidance. Perhaps a gathering to share every couple of months and find encouragement in one another's experience.</div>
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Preparing promotional pieces to distribute and let others know what I can and love to share. I want to get the attention of those who are looking for such a resource. I will rework my Vitae to include my experience with Benedictine Monasteries and leading Still Point, Zen styled Prayer with the spiritual community and the larger community.</div>
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I plan to design prayers similar to the Hours. Finding the psalms sometimes oppressive for those who may not understand. I want to create a positive psalm experience. One resource that I like a lot is Thomas Merton’s, Book of Hours.</div>
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I have a library of short films to watch/discuss; a membership to Gaia which opens all kinds of possibilities. I am especially interested in Consciousness studies and how that might imply connections with Divinity.</div>
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We could also view a major film for reflection, applying our learning to today’s realities,we are all forced to live, like it or not. Teach and encourage others to keep a journal of every day experiences of Christ filled, Light filled moments. I would like to explore the power of revisiting and remembering who we are because of who we once were.</div>
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I have a Healing Prayer Lodge in my yard. I would love to have others join me with the stone people for a time of physical and spiritual cleansing, as we sing and pray in the steam and sweat of our own reality.</div>
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Responding to a request from former students, I am designing a seven to nine-day Camino Retreat experience. Lots of wonderful opportunities to experience Divinity.</div>
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How are you experiencing the Divine in your life? Do you feel dry and stagnant? Need a little boost? Let me know what you need, chances are I can help or know who or what can.</div>
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There are infinite possibilities when thinking about connecting with the infinite.</div>
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WE ARE THE ONLY LIMITATION TO OUR BECOMING!</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-79140202830551447922019-04-24T13:22:00.000-04:002019-05-14T13:24:53.107-04:002019-04-24. Easter Monday<div style="text-align: justify;">
I moved from the Monastery. They are closing down for a couple of days, probably to recuperate from the intense Holy Week and Easter Schedule. </div>
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It was suggested I go to a Pilgrim Hostal just down the street so that I could be close by. The Guest Master invited me for meals beginning Tuesday when they re-open the guest facilities.</div>
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The Hostal is a brand new facility that the Abbott blessed for its opening the day after I arrived here. I am not certain how many it sleeps. I think over 300 beds. Currently I am the only one in the huge building. They don’t have an Internet presence yet and no publicity that I have seen. I only knew of it because the Monks directed me here.</div>
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My room is intended for four with two bunk beds. It is a Pilgrims’ room. I expected to move from the Monastery. I thought I would be leaving the Mountain to go to Barcelona because there were no available rooms on the Mountain. Although I was looking forward to visiting Barcelona, I was deeply sad to leave the Mountain - but God always provides. Here I am….Remaining!</div>
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Now it is Easter Monday and I have just returned from Laudes. They haven’t run out of incense. We were incensed again this morning. Maybe at home, I need to add a morning blessing to my daily smudging ritual in addition to my daily evening smudge?</div>
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I saw Amelia Lacalle at prayer. Last evening, we were surprised to see each other at Vespers. The others from our group of six, who participated in the Triduum Silent Retreat, seem to have all left the Mountain yesterday. Amelia will be here till Tuesday.</div>
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We have quite a time in our communication efforts. We were attempting to share some photos and my email wasn’t working right. Can you imagine this scene? No means of communicating a spoken word and with gestures, frustration and laughter, into tears. We asked a group of young men if they could help. They couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t send anything to me or why my phone wouldn’t receive from her. We walked away defeated - almost! Then, certainly because of our excellent communication🤪, I thought I was going to my room and she directed me to hers at the Apartment where I sometimes stay if the Monastery is full. We continued to laugh and sigh at our communication efforts. Finally, we were able to send a couple of emails to each other and now we are relieved to know that we are forever connected. I was wishing we were back in the freedom of our SILENCE!</div>
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Do you ever long for SILENCE in the midst of meaningless words? Have you ever experienced the deep communication of Silence that no words can impart? When has that happened for you?</div>
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I left Amelia to go across the Plaça to my Hostal. I didn’t eat much today since we had so many sweets for Easter at the Monastery. I want to fit into my clothes when I leave here for the Cargo Ship!</div>
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Today, I received an invitation from one of the Monks to join him and a couple of friends to take a drive to the Monastery’s ‘offspring’ Retreat House in the country about a ninety minute drive from here. I will go to see El Miracles with them. We go this afternoon.</div>
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There are more security guards and different uniforms here today. I understand that there is a political holiday this week in Barcelona and there could be some carry over to Montserrat. </div>
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In some ways this is a crazy place to be. There is a deep political tension between Montserrat, the Monks and the Virgin of Catalan and the Spanish Government. I am being cautious these days. I was invited to go to Barcelona where Sant Jordi Day (Saint George) is celebrated more fully. It is not a religious celebration. They are hoping it will become a National celebration of Catalan. I am not going. I feel safer here on the Mountain.</div>
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Much love to each and every one. I heard from the Cargo Ship. Sounds like it is a firm commitment to take me home. Waiting for a ticket and a day and time to board. Hopefully it will all happen as they expect this time. It may all depend on United States tariff laws I think???</div>
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I learned that there are many fewer sailings - about 50% due to tariffs discouraging shipments. Global economy is a tricky business. Every action results in a reaction - yes?</div>
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Throughout our time in retreat silence from Wednesday until after the Easter Vigil service, Father Sergi has led us with an image of water.</div>
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On Thursday evening it is traditional in many Christian churches to re-enact Jesus’ washing of the disciples’ feet. Abbot Josep M. Soler washed the feet of 12 people, two were monks, the others were from the community. You can bet those were really clean feet before the Abbot touched them. Jesus was washing feet that wore sandals and trod on dusty roads before entering the upper room for dinner.</div>
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Father Sergi suggested, we meditate on John 13:1-15. This is the account where Jesus washes the feet of his disciples. In my meditation I stood before Jesus as he looks into my eyes and insists on washing my feet. How would I feel? What would I say? What would I do? What is Jesus teaching me? </div>
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On Good Friday I meditate on the Passion Scriptures and the words of Jesus as he hangs on the cross. He says, “I thirst!” Once again, I step into the scripture. I stand near the cross. I hear Jesus say, “I Thirst.” Do you want me to give you water, Jesus? What is it that you thirst for now, today? What “thirst” can I satisfy for you? Who is the “thirsty” Jesus in my life? What needs to occur in our relationship for the “thirst” to be satisfied? Am I willing to do it?</div>
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On Holy Saturday we are waiting in the garden. Jesus has been placed in a tomb. There are no more words. I sit with the silence of Scripture and wait. There is an emptiness. A feeling of something missing. We eat simple foods. No wine. No desert. Very simple. I walk in the monks’ silent prayer garden. I pray and think about my rocky road relationship with Jesus because of childhood misinterpretations and false notions. Mary invites me, “love him as I love him.” What simple wisdom. Today I find it hard to do, because it is flipping me back to a place I have worked long and hard to get myself free from.</div>
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I hold the belief that Jesus did die on a cross, but I don’t think that was a predestined mission. I think he was here first and foremost to teach us how to live, how to love, how to know Divinity, how to be aware of the Divinity, an essential part of each child of God. All of us. </div>
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He wanted us to know that we share in the same Divinity that he shared in. That Divinity is part of who we are, that the kingdom/queendom is within us, that he sent the Spirit to dwell in us. The Spirit prays in our hearts when we simply are too weary, to downhearted to pray. It is all in the scriptures. How can we miss his straightforward message?</div>
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He taught us to take care of one another, He taught us to sing and rejoice. He taught us to care for Earth and all creation. He taught us the power of love. Love is not a thing. Love is a PERSON. We share in the life of that person.</div>
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I think in order to complete his life’s work based on love he found it necessary to accept its natural culmination in the last week of his life. His culminating act of love was to embrace the way of the cross and death to teach in the most complete way that he could, about what LOVE truly is. He modeled for us in his final acts of self-giving, how to love completely.</div>
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I think there are humans who have followed very closely in his footsteps resulting in the same outcome. One that always comes to mind is Oscar Romeo. There are numerous martyrs for love. </div>
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Perhaps you have one that comes to mind. Please share that person with us.</div>
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Later, Holy Saturday evening, we gather in the Basilica at 9:15 for silence and prayer. At 10:00 rain pours down and some of us go to the Plaça, the courtyard to witness the lighting of the New Easter Fire, a symbol of resurrected life coming from out of the ashes.</div>
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I stood in the rain between two tall men who held a covering over me so I wouldn’t get soaked. Two young people, from the gathered crowd, came and offered me their umbrellas. What a place this is that holds so much honoring for folks with silver hair!! Anyway, I kind of enjoyed being held up by two strong tall men and kept out of the rain at the same time. I think the video I took while in this configuration is quite memorable. I hope to attach it to this reflection.</div>
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What happened, was a first for me. The Christ candle was lit from the New Fire. The procession started into the Basilica. The Christ Candle went out.</div>
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The wind and the rain made things difficult. They had to go back to the Fire and start once again. This time being sure that the candle got a good start, they placed a glass globe over the flame to protect from the wind and rain. It worked.</div>
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The three of us, Agusti, Roger and me, made our way immediately behind all the main players in the procession. When we arrived at the steps to the Main Altar, we quickly circled round back through the Cloister to get to our designated chapel on the right side of the Basilica.</div>
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Father Sergi is teaching in both languages for my benefit. It is an unbelievable experience to be so included!</div>
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No one is permitted to take pictures of any rituals. The rituals are so amazing. I understand the rule. They don’t want the Sacred to become solely a tourist attraction. I have established credibility here with the use of my iPhone for English translation purposes, so I don’t want to take advantage of that privilege and break their trust.</div>
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The Easter Vigil was filled with all the Liturgical options. Every one of the readings from Old Testament and New were read. There were at least six people baptized. I found it interesting that the children were all about 10 years old. Very similar practice to the Disciples of Christ baptism at age of choice instead of infant baptism. There was one adult baptized.</div>
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The Baptismal Font, a HUGE clam shell with gold edging, was filled with water for blessing. The Easter Candle, lit with the light of Christ from the New Fire, was lowered into that water three symbolic times. The Easter water was used for baptisms.</div>
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Easter Sunday, I attended all of the festivities - which meant I was in church again after just a few hours sleep. I have never attended a Laudes like this one. There were numerous special readings and incensings.</div>
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When I am at home, I smudge, which is traditional incensing using natural aromatic herbs. Every night as part of my pre-sleep evening prayer ritual. Among other prayers, it is the time I hold all your intentions in my heart and speak them to the Universe. Sometimes, I rationalize, I don’t need to smudge again because we smudged at Medicine Wheel Gathering that afternoon, I will reconsider, now that I know some smudge six times a day!</div>
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There is a professional team of photographers streaming the events and taking photos. I hope they will put together a video of Holy Week Highlights . That would be fantastic!</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-86727102530588713512019-04-17T12:58:00.000-04:002019-05-14T13:00:10.457-04:002019-04-17 Wednesday of Holy Week - the SILENCE BEGINS<div style="text-align: justify;">
I have been doing some very serious, heavy soul writing for three days. Nothing that I will share at this time. What is important today, on this Wednesday of Holy Week, is that at 5:00 p.m. we will join the silence that we will keep with the monks till Easter Sunday morning. It is a serious time of inner calm and Presence. This is the reason that I came here for Holy Week and I look forward to this time. </div>
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Will you shove them down and do your best not to remember? or will you welcome and dance with the difficult in search of resolution and newly birthed peace in the safety of Silence?</div>
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Today I went to the store for a new mountain walking stick. The one I was using that is actually an infirmary cane, was reclaimed by its owner. Now I have purchased a sturdy hiking stick, intended for these mountains. I purchased one when I visited last fall. It journeyed from Loyola to Manresa and back to Montserrat with me. It made its Atlantic crossing with me in November 2018. Now it lives with me in Ohio and no overseas trips are foreseen for its future. Remember the Airlines and their weapons policy. </div>
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This new stick looks much like the one I carried home last Fall. I will leave it here at Montserrat, in Father Sergi’s office at his suggestion. When I visit, it will be an old friend to walk with in the mountains. I am sure that it will be a welcomed helper to other Monastery visitors.</div>
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Do you ever long to visit a familiar place where you have enjoyed the loving companionship of an old friend? </div>
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Do you sometimes long to visit for the purpose of simply recalling and remembering? </div>
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What is an important time in your life that you have not thought about in a very long time? </div>
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Create time to write, journal, do some simple art, take some photos, write a poem, do something that reconnects your heart to that moment in time. </div>
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Give yourself the sacred gift of Holy Leisure. </div>
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Forbid your EGO to rush your heart! </div>
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You will not be more important or earn a special honor if you continue your running here and there, becoming more and more. </div>
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Sometimes ALL that is required, is TOTAL PRESENCE! </div>
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At lunch, it was wonderful to see a group of Montserrat Oblates join me for the noon meal that we eat at 1:30. This group was here last Fall when the monks helped me in preparations to journey 434 km (270 mi) Camino Ignaciano from Loyola to Manresa.</div>
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It is wonderful, to see each other, to remember, to rejoice. Although there are few words we can say with our voices, it is the HOLA of our hearts that reconnects us. One of the Women whose name is Serafina did a couple of internships years ago in psychiatric hospitals in New York. </div>
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Today much of the talk is about the awful fire at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, France. There is worry about so many of the ancient churches that are monuments to the past and have not been well cared for over the centuries. </div>
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Interesting how these National treasures are used and expected to lure tourists and finances into a country that takes no responsibility for their preservation.</div>
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Is it possible to truly separate church and state? </div>
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Is that similar to attempting to separate soul and body?</div>
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What are you invested in keeping separate? </div>
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How does separation serve?</div>
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Does it serve to keep my conscious awareness separate from painful memories? </div>
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Is that useful, meaningful service?</div>
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One of the ladies that I met for the first time today after lunch, explained that she watches Internet TV streaming of the monks’ prayers - the Liturgy of the Hours which includes Laudes at 7:30 a.m. and Vespres 6:45 p.m. (18:45), the 11:00 Mass is also streamed. She was excited to tell me she recognized me from the videos. It’s my hair. I cannot hide. It is like wearing a Silver Flag. I was not aware that I was being streamed all over the world.</div>
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Huge lessons here!</div>
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Watch out! </div>
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You never know when you are on Candid Camera? </div>
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Is there anything you want or feel the need to hide? to keep out of public view? Bad hair day? Clothes you are or are not wearing?</div>
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Is there something you want everyone to know? </div>
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Is it an ego surge? Is it a humbling moment?</div>
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I am thinking about my comfort level. </div>
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Maybe I will sit in the last pew tomorrow?</div>
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What do you want people to know about you? </div>
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Are there times, when hiding is all you can think about?</div>
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I’m pondering, this new realization. </div>
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I fly thousands of miles away and am more accessible than if I lived next door. </div>
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What is your accessibility? </div>
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Is connection something you avoid - go away - hide from? </div>
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I just wonder a lot about a lot of things. </div>
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Kicking and Screaming into the Gift</div>
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Breakfast, typical Catalan. I have learned to eat dry toast with a small ripe tomato’s juice squeezed and spread over it. Some drizzle olive oil. Add a slice of thin flavorful meat , like salami, a slice of cheese, usually swiss. Leave as an open sandwich, no bread on top. Café con leche, dark coffee with warm milk, or without. Some mix powdered ColaCao with warm milk. I always think of Coke Cola, but it isn’t. It is chocolate. On Sundays, Chocolate is served hot with the texture of a thick cooked warm pudding “poured” into a cup for drinking before it sets. I add a little milk or coffee to make it less a pudding.</div>
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Being the first day of Holy Week, Passion/Palm Sunday, there was a lot going on here. I wanted to be with the Mountain and was fortunate to find two hours to walk away from the pilgrims that flood the Basilica on weekends, especially for this Holy Week.</div>
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The morning began as usual with Angeles Bells at 5:45 and again at 6:00 for private prayer, 7:15 Bells and 7:25 Bells for Laudes, Morning Prayer. I join with the Monks in the Basilica for Laudes at 7:30. Of course the bells chime every hour also. There are Monastery Bells and there are City Bells. No one needs a watch here. Just pay attention to the bells and you know the time and the event by the sound of the Bells. The trick is to learn what the different number of gongs and combinations of bells mean.</div>
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8:30 was breakfast. Mass began early, 10:30 instead of 11:00 because of the Blessing and Procession of Palms from the plaza in front of the Basilica entrance. I watched from the window of my Monastic room as the Plaza was prepared with Palms and staging area set up.</div>
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This ritual commemorates the journey of Jesus of Nazareth entering the last week of his life leading into Holy Week. Holy Week is the height of Christian Holy Days culminating with Easter Sunday. Easter is a celebration of new life and ever new possibilities as known through the Cosmic cycle of life, death and new life.</div>
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This is the reason why I have pilgrimed to the Mountain at this time. The monks invited me to come, to participate with their Spiritual Community in an immersion experience of silence and contemplation during this time of Cosmic awareness. All of Creation participates in this grand life cycle: life, death, new life. Awareness of my life, my deaths - daily and final- and my Resurrected/New Life. Hopefully, I die to some part of me every day to make way and room for the Newness that is mine to hold.</div>
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Aspects of what I am living, feel very strange to me. It is the first time since 1970’s that I am not leading some or ALL of the rituals myself as Spiritual Leader or Pastor of a Congregation. It is a lesson in letting go and receiving.</div>
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“Down, EGO. Relax. You are being cared for in a new way.”</div>
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The monks are good to me. Accepting my presence and welcoming my help in small tasks as these present themselves. Allowing me to move from guest to family status.</div>
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The BELLS ARE TOLLING, Mass begins in 15 minutes. Today, I forego attending. </div>
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The usher who serves here daily, has stopped poking my shoulder to tell me NO PHOTO when he sees my Iphone. I have shown him how I use my iPhone for English translation of the prayers and Mass. He indicated to me yesterday as I entered the Basilica to attend Sunday Mass, roped off seats in the back are for the tourists. He pointed to the front section, “You go sit in the front." Again, I am experiencing the family energy of being recognized as a person who is part of the Mountain, no longer a tourist or guest.</div>
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There are times when I am permitted the deep trust of listening to the joy or the pain of someone I meet here. People do not have to speak the same tongue to know a compassionate heart.</div>
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There are many different mountains that we climb in a lifetime. Some hearts are full of Mountains to be climbed, endured. Other hearts experience the peace of knowing each Mountain as blessing and opportunity. For me, each Mountain I have been gifted, has been a Wisdom maker. Sometimes it has taken me years to recognize a particular ‘Mountain gift.’ Now, as I am older, Elder, I accept the gifts more quickly. I am releasing my stubborn edge. That means, I no longer go kicking and screaming into the ‘gift’ because I have learned to recognize the presence of Spirit leading. Relief!</div>
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My lifetime mantra, one of them: </div>
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If the Kite soars, then I soar. </div>
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If the Kite dips and dives, I dip and dive. </div>
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If the Kite crashes, I crash. </div>
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It is the Breath of Spirit, the Spirit Wind that flies the Kite. </div>
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Spirit will raise it up again. </div>
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My only requirement in this lifetime is to hold on to the tail of the Kite!</div>
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Who is flying the Kite, you ask? </div>
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I ponder that question and find different understandings. </div>
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In this moment, it is a collaboration. </div>
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Divine Presence in me and around me holds the string if I awake to that possibility.</div>
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Trinity: Spirit Breath/Wind, Divine Permeating Presence, Collaborative Inner Guidance</div>
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Sometimes I hold different understandings.</div>
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How do you do your life? </div>
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Are you free to fly? a combination of the two? other?</div>
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It is a cool bright morning. </div>
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Yesterday, I hiked many many many steps up to the Hermitage ruins of Sant Ann. See photos. I walked one hour straight up and 30 minutes to return down. I am grateful for the walking stick Father Sergi has provided for my stay. I am treated with utmost respect on the mountain when other hikers (less than half, a third, a quarter? my age) see my “walking stick” that looks like an infirmary cane! I wonder if they are thinking, “What is that old buzzard doing way up here on the Mountain?” Inside, I chuckle, mostly at myself. “What in the world am I doing way up here?”</div>
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Today I am enjoying a day of solitude in my room. </div>
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I am listening to the Tower Bells as they announce the beginning of Mass. I feel their vibration course through me. It is more powerful, and I think as important, as the blood coursing through my body.</div>
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It is as if the Bells remember in me a time of elation, a time of desperation, a time of ecstasy. If one recalls past lives, I believe that my drive to spend time in Monasteries is because I am deeply connected in ways that I find impossible to express in words; perhaps past lives. I believe, it is about something that we have yet to comprehend. Maybe there are ways that one's Soul dimension is connected to ALL TIME and we all memories that may be ours from different time dimensions or may be the way we are connected to ALL TIME, past, present AND future. In some ways, it doesn't really matter. Something about these thoughts opens my heart space to consider and hold something larger than my imagination can bear.</div>
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My body and soul FEEL so incredibly the energy here on this Holy Mountain of Montserrat. I am more me and experience moments of total awareness when in this Sacred Place. This experience in no way diminishes the Sacred Space of my home in Ohio, or the myriad of Sacred Places that I have visited throughout my travels. Actually I know every place is sacred, because there is no place that isn't filled with the Christed energy, the Buddha Light, the Divine Spark of the Hindus. </div>
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Although, it is unique in my way of being and feeling as it is for each of us. It is truly impossible for words.</div>
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I know that this visit is different from the others. Maybe it is due to the realization that I am now part of the Family instead of a Guest. I have a new found comfort here and a deep sense of responsibility to myself, to the monks and to this place and the energy of the Divine Feminine that it holds and emanates. A large part of me simply belongs here. I think that is the reason, that even with the huge barrier created by the limitations of language, I have still been able to connect in deep ways with the Community here.</div>
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This is my third attempt to journal today. April 11, 2019 - didn’t get it done. Here it is a day late - but posted! NOPE - now it is April 13th. No sense of time here!!! So much has happened since I prepared this reflection that, although it is not Fake News, it certainly feels like Old News!</div>
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I’m on Pilgrimage into the Sacred Space of the Mountain and the Monastery, however, I have brought along my very active mind, imagination, feelings and everything else that is part of the package that is me.</div>
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I didn’t realize how out of shape I am. It was good to do -without a walking stick - OMG! I learned a lot about me and about the Spirits that support my path. I begged for a walking stick. None was provided. I could have gone to the store to purchase one. I have done that a couple of times before. I get them home and then don’t want the hassle of the airline and the possibility of losing a Stick who has become a friend because of Security regulations regarding carrying ‘weapons’ on the plane. I am not criticizing the restriction of weapons -please don’t get me wrong. I simply don’t want to risk the loss of a dear friend who has traveled far with me, supporting me all along the way. </div>
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I had one of my several walking sticks ready to bring. As I was walking out the door, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. </div>
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Today one of my friends, here at the Monastery is looking for a Monk’s walking stick for me to use while I am here. The latest is that they are asking the Infirmary for a sturdy cane!!</div>
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Today I walked without my friend and learned a lot about myself. I can walk without her support, although I enjoy and have relaxed into knowing she is with me. Fact is, her company is a joy. Her absence increases my confidence in my own ability to succeed. I don’t know if that is a universal truth. It was the truth of today. Do truths have a life span? I never thought about that before. Or is a truth, always the truth?</div>
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I made friends with a mother-daughter twosome who were visiting the Monastery for 24 hours. We ate meals together. Language barrier of course. We didn’t share as much as we might if we spoke a common language, however, we came to care for each other in the short time of sign language and heart understandings, a little use of smart phone to ease up the strain of our yearning for communication. Augustine and her mother who is 90 years young left this afternoon. I will miss them.</div>
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How is it for you? Do you struggle and care, even love and then it all disappears? Do you wonder why you did it? Put so much effort into what you knew wouldn’t, couldn’t last? Will I do it again? Of course, I will. Will you?</div>
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Montserrat is considered one of the special “power spots” of the world. Electromagnetic fields are said to be strong here, and healing powers are attributed to the small dark figure — if one touches her or the orb she holds in one hand. </div>
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Her Spanish name is La Moreneta, which means “the black little one.” (In Aramaic, “black” means “sorrowful.”) She is also known as St. Mary of Montserrat, and for nearly a thousand years Benedictine monks have lived atop the mountain to welcome pilgrims to her shrine. </div>
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Montserrat as a religious site traces back to the eighth century, when hermits lived there but not as a formal religious order. Shepherds herded sheep on the nearby hills, and, according to one legend, one day in the late ninth century a bright light shining from a cave convinced them it was a spiritual sign. </div>
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The shepherds were terrified, particularly after the phenomena, accompanied by singing, was repeated several times, until a figure said to be Mary appeared and told them to go into the grotto. They did. There the fully carved statue of the Black Madonna was discovered. It is believed that the statue had been hidden in the grotto in 718 to avoid its falling into the hands of Moorish invaders.</div>
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Landed in Barcelona at 8:58 a.m. this morning.</div>
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Came a new way from the Barcelona Airport, to the Monastery. It went pretty smooth. Had a number of helpers who were eager to help with purchasing tickets at machines that didn’t speak English. There was one that my intuition said, “Don’t trust. She doesn’t have your best interest at heart.” </div>
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Glad I paid attention to my intuition. If I hadn’t listened, I would have missed my connection to the Cremallera that climbs the mountain to the Monastery. Check out the pictures.</div>
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I have been here a number of times now and I still take pictures as if I have never seen the place before. It is always new to me. I am like a child, full of wonder the closer I get to the top of the Mountain.</div>
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I climbed the long staircase to the fifth floor, lugging my suitcase and carrying a heavy pack on my back. I buzzed the porter to enter the building. A new person that I didn’t recognize was at the welcoming desk. He asked my name and called Father Sergi, who was expecting me.</div>
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What interesting feelings. Sergi came out of his office to greet me with the wonderful double hug and kiss gesture that is common here and always unexpected until I experience again for the first time.</div>
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He quickly smiled his warm welcoming smile. Handed me a room key and said. You know your way around. See you later, or maybe tomorrow.</div>
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In that moment I realized something very important: I had transitioned from being a “guest” to being “family”! Yes! How wonderful to be given the keys to the queendom and expected to be me.</div>
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Waking before the alarm, wondering, ‘Did I sleep?’ Couple of hours. I will have down time sitting in airports today.</div>
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Airport early. Before 6:00 am. Board at 8:35. </div>
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Right on schedule, take off! </div>
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Archangel Michael always shows up to lift the plane off the runway. </div>
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I am convinced that we would never be airborne without angelic assistance.😇</div>
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We follow the shore line headed East for a long while of our 58 minute flight to Newark.</div>
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The cloud cover is very dense, like whipped cream. I have the urge to step out and roll in the fluffy whites. Don’t panic. I have parachuted and know those clouds look much more dense than they are. Can’t blame me for imagining how awesome it would be to be held by the clouds🙃</div>
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I’d like to share with you one of my passions. By passion, I mean something that I find extremely important. one of the activities that I would much rather invest time in than any other because of the powerful results that I am privileged to witness. This passion of mine is being a Spiritual Life Coach. I meet with people who are interested in their spiritual lives and know that by honing that part of themselves they are contributing to their overall health and wellness.</div>
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Studying Spirituality at the Ecumenical Theological Seminary in Detroit, Michigan, where I earned my Doctorate, first helped me to discover my own spiritual depth and to make this adventure a life-long quest.</div>
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Now, after working with all ages, from children through Grandparents, I find deep joy in watching faces light up with new understanding of the deep messages they receive from the Universal Consciousness/ God!</div>
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I remember the little boy who suffered from Night Terrors. His mother contacted me because he knew me as Posie, the Clown, in the church’s Clown Troupe. </div>
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No one had been able to help him or the family from his night screams that unsettled the entire family night after night. He was so traumatized by these terrors that he was paralyzed to talk about them. After mom took him to counselors and medical folks, she heard that I did dream work and asked if I would see him. We met one time, by using the tool set I collected over the years, he was terror free in ONE session! It was such a powerful experience for ME to witness, I was left in tears of AWE at the power and magnitude of Divine love that embraced this little boy - AS I WATCHED! His body relaxed, fear gone, eyes glistened, smile widened and then he spoke to me as if he were a wizened old sage.</div>
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Adults have been able to free themselves of nightmares that have followed them around for years.</div>
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I find this work, this ministry very powerful and would like to offer it to those who might like to experience the freedom and love of the Cosmic Christ as it manifests in this work.</div>
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Please, don’t let me give you the wrong impression. Dream Work is a spiritual practice that is for everyone, because everyone dreams. Not just for those who have troubling dreams.</div>
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Let me know that you are interested in learning about this and we can get together, individually or in a group.</div>
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If this idea is tickling your interest, let me know and we can set up a time to meet either individually or in a dream group. I would like to offer a group this summer. Meeting once a month or as the group determines.</div>
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I go to the Holy Mountain of Montserrat tomorrow, carrying each of you and your prayer intentions in my heart. If you have any special requests, message me, please!</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-88828242351037645932019-04-07T11:58:00.000-04:002019-05-14T11:59:27.708-04:00April 7, 2019 Lent 5 Sunday- Haiku: Song of Joy: Carol<div style="text-align: justify;">
Haiku is a poetic form. The structure is 5-7-5 which means that each of the stanzas follows that form.</div>
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This is a wonderful meditative practice.</div>
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I have recently realized that my Priestly Call, which was once my life's sole focus, is now being let go by my Soul for a larger purpose.</div>
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I believe that I will always carry the priest's archetype deep within my Being. What is different now, is that I have come to understand that being too single minded and too specific in focus, is limiting and none of us needs to be stabled in such limitations.</div>
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Yes, I am priest - and now, I let go of that because I know it in the depths of my Being and I am so much more ...and so are YOU.</div>
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Gratitude for the Universal Consciousness, in which we are all one.</div>
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Leaving 'ME' alone!</div>
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When I was little</div>
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I yearned, to love God</div>
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I felt God’s arms surround me</div>
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I wanted union</div>
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I look at my life</div>
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the priest part of me</div>
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Today, ‘priest’ let go</div>
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Now more than I ever dreamed</div>
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Being who I am</div>
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With joy to a God</div>
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HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-77013333739217430182019-04-06T11:55:00.000-04:002019-05-14T11:56:23.545-04:00April 6, 2019 Lent 4 Saturday-Field Mouse<div style="text-align: justify;">
This morning I awakened before my alarm which was set for 5:20. I heard a noise that created a bit of concern for me. What was that distinctive crinkling of plastic or stiff cellophane paper? I got up and walked toward the sound. Following it to a bag of peanuts in the shell that I share with the birds, especially the Blue Jays. I looked down to see a tiny field mouse, very busy chewing her way through the heavy packaging eager to sink her little but mighty teeth into one of those peanuts. </div>
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Finally, she noticed me when I asked what she thought she was doing? She looked up and didn’t move. Eye to eye we stood for a few intense moments. She looked up at me as if to say, “Can’t you see I am in the middle of a very important undertaking. I really can’t be bothered with your questions right now.” She went back to chewing and I stood watching in disbelief. Such audacity and single mindedness. This little one-inch creature, not afraid of my giant stature in the least. I marveled at how adorable she was. So tiny. Miniature paws with minute details and dexterity. So small and so big in the same instant.</div>
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Finally, I advanced, and she DIDN’T RUN, She sauntered away, as if to say, “When you stop gawking, I’ll be back to get my prize.”</div>
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I don’t know where she went from there. I couldn’t find her.</div>
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I wondered what to do about her. She was quickly becoming a “nuisance pet”. What does one do with life that is not acceptable in the house? I kept thinking about the film Ratatouille, when all the mice came for dinner and the home was overrun! No! I can’t keep her as a pet.</div>
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When I went to the Post Office, I stopped to find a means of getting her to take less interest in my family room. I didn’t want to kill her, so I opted to purchase the peppermint scented packs that were meant to keep mice away. She’s smart and resourceful, I thought, she will just find another area of the house to inhabit. With that realization, I bought two packages and hoped they would work.</div>
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This afternoon, I was working at the kitchen table, my favorite place to work. I heard another strange and unfamiliar sound. I walked slowly into the family room and toward the fireplace where the sound seemed to be generated. I heard it again. I looked into the wood bin that was nearly empty and there she was, jumping up, trying to free herself, attempting to scale the steep slick sides of the plastic container. I don’t think she had been in there very long. This was the first time I heard her.</div>
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She stopped. Looked up with those precious eyes as if to say, “Not you again. So sorry to be a nuisance.”</div>
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‘You’re putting me out in the cold?” Recall the day was rather warm with intermittent sun. I left her standing there with accusation in her eyes.</div>
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As I walked away, I thought, “How ungrateful. I have provided you your gift of life and freedom, with a free meal!” How ungrateful.</div>
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Thinking about what happened here today, with the photo to show you the mouse with her peanut in the plastic bin just before release. I ponder the words and the way of thinking I have learned to think. Now, I wonder.</div>
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Why is it that I believe that I am the one who has the right to end life, free life? </div>
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Do I really grant the gift of life and freedom? </div>
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I know we are talking about a mouse, even a mouse is a creature with life. When does anyone have the right to take life, to alter life? Is it possible that if one cultivates this child-like sensitivity to life that there might not be immigrant children in captivity?</div>
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I remember when I worked on a convent farm where pigs and steers were slaughtered for meat. I recall the Ranch Manager asking me to leave before he put a bullet to the animal. He simply could not do it while I stood there. I was too young then and grateful now that I didn’t stay to witness the taking of that life. </div>
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With the realization of what was about to happen that morning, I became vegetarian for 25 years. However, we can’t get away from this position of taking life. Even eating vegetables is taking life. Maybe that is simply the way it is. In order to have life, one needs to take in life?</div>
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At the beginning of the Lenten season, when I began sharing these thoughts, I promised to share reflections, not to have answers. Actually, I ask questions hoping you will respond with your own pondering and wisdom. I have so much to learn from you.</div>
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This morning I ate eggs and oatmeal. Don’t think I took a life for that meal. I eat a lot of nuts, too. Drink Almond or Soy Milk.</div>
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So much to ponder.</div>
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We humans with this huge brain capacity. </div>
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Brain capacity compared to Soul capacity?</div>
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I long for living in harmony in every way, </div>
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with the Cosmic energy that surrounds me.</div>
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Wondering,</div>
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NOTE: I will be away from my Computer and WiFi for a while. Will write/post when I can. </div>
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Well wishes as you celebrate that which is important to you this April month.</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-52576622044050789432019-04-05T11:47:00.000-04:002019-05-14T11:48:57.385-04:00April 5, 2019 Lent 4 Friday- Plants Do Sing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For several weeks now, my special Angel Wings Begonia hasn’t shared her song with me. I have asked repeatedly and like a child who has decided to cross their arms and refuse to answer any question or give her parent any recognition that she hears them, I have been snubbed.</div>
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My guess is that you are wondering what on Earth I am talking about. Some of you know that I work with the Music of the Plants and that my plants DO SING for me.</div>
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The truth is that all pants have a vibration that is part of their being. They sing to us often, but our human ears and not able to hear the vibration that they share.</div>
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I have been working with some rather fantastic new technology that converts plant vibration into tones the human ear can hear and enjoy.</div>
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I listen to my plants daily. When I walked across Spain, I recorded plants along the way so that I could compare songs from different areas. It is all so wondrous. </div>
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What is really remarkable about Angel Wings is that, somehow, she has figured out how to sound her vibration through the synthesizer, WITHOUT BEING electronically connected to it.</div>
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When I contacted the designers and engineers who created the device, which is a modification of a lie detector machine, they told me what I was reporting to them was impossible. Impossible or not, it is happening in my home. </div>
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I have video recorded it happening. I can’t make it happen. I simply turn on the machine and state aloud, “I am not connecting anyone today. If one of you would like to sing, I would love to hear you.” Actually, I believe that it is only the Angel Wing Begonia who has figured out how to sing without a cable.</div>
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I know you are thinking that I must have lost it, talking to plants, expecting them to sing. For a few weeks now, even though I have invited the plants to sing without being connected by cable to the machine, the plants would only sing when attached by electronic cables.</div>
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Last evening, when I mentioned to them that I was going away for a while and would sure like to hear their song before I go, Angel Wings began to share her vibration and created a melody WITHOUT BEING CONNECTED electronically. It is as if, she chooses when she will do this. I am not a scientist, I can simply observe what the engineers and scientists tell me is impossible. I then filter my observations through my human ways of knowing. Listen for yourself. Click on the one minute video and hear Angel Wings interacting with me without being connected to a cable!!!</div>
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I marvel at the way our Universe loves to confound us with the impossible at every level of being.</div>
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When was the last time you allowed a miracle to be a miracle? </div>
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How often have you had to find a way to dismiss the miracle and find a reason that makes logical sense, simply because your way of thinking does not make room for miracles? </div>
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Do you allow miracles to make you uncomfortable? </div>
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Have you asked for one recently? </div>
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Would you believe it, if you received a miraculous answer to your prayer? or would you explain it away?</div>
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I love to dance in the miracles of every moment of every day. We are so drenched in miracles, that we often miss them. Think about and name one miracle that has touched you today. Put your rational mind on the shelf for a short time and allow God to touch you in the depths of your Soul - cause that is where the miracles are born, in you and me. Remember, we are filled with Light of Christ, Light of Buddha, Sparks of Divinity according to the Hindus. Miracles are meant to be a daily occurrence, wouldn’t you think!?!?!</div>
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Are you or your group interested in experiencing the Music of the Plants? Message me. I enjoy bringing this extraordinary music to human ears. I invite folks to bring their own plants, so that you can hear for yourself what your plant is singing to you daily.</div>
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HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-6471814953030343822019-04-03T15:28:00.000-04:002019-04-17T15:32:58.932-04:002019-04-03 Lent 4 Wednesday- Meditating<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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A month or two ago, I signed on to a new website that focuses on different types of meditation and focused prayer. Since then, almost daily, I receive a reminder to begin my meditation practice. This has given me a lot to think about. I started my meditation practice over 50 years ago and so I’m wondering if it is time for me to start really meditating.</div>
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Today’s a beautiful sunshiny day. There are a few white clouds dotting the sky. They simply hover, as if to be watching my speed as I cruise at 70mph to Erie Monastery for the day. I wonder, is this how they meditate, find their center, practice non-thinking? Simply by being what they are meant to be. Transient, impermanent, beautiful, a reminder of things other. I project my eyes in to them so that I can feel them watching me. I don’t want to believe they don’t know I exist. Maybe they do?<br />
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I watch the trees as they begin to come out of winter slumber. It always has surprised me how something that could look so dead is so full of life. Today, there is the reminder flashing across my phone while I’m driving. I look at the trees differently. I wondered how they are meditating.<br />
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Maybe it really is as simple as being what they were created and intended to be. They stand there, never taking a step, singing only the wind’s song for us to hear, always with their arms extended up and out. Once again I project my dream on to them and understand them to be praising. Aren’t they?<br />
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So many vultures fill the sky. Riding on strong wind currents, appearing to float, with no effort. Now and then, rising up, shooting down, leveling off, never hesitating. Are they meditating? Is it a mindful meditation? Instead, of walking like I do, they fly like they do. Once again I project, thinking how cool it would be to meditate on the wing?<br />
Maybe I can. Maybe I do. Maybe I am.<br />
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If all that is required is that I be me. Maybe?<br />
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How about you? How is your meditation, deep reflection showing up today? Are you relying on me, projecting into my words? Are you simply being you? How Wonderful is that!<br />
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Much love,<br />
Carol</div>
HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-7408577787822712642019-04-01T15:25:00.000-04:002019-04-17T15:27:21.311-04:002019-04-01 Lent 4 Monday- Don’t Hang Up!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />My comfort level does not allow me to wear the shirt. I thought it would be funny. Something to joke about when working out at the Gym. I’m always on the lookout for black tees that are suitable for exercise classes and weight lifting. I have worn the shirt once. I simply cannot put it on again.<br /><br />I have told myself that I take things too seriously. Just wear the shirt.<br /><br />No, I can’t, because I now understand my discomfort. It is a lie for me. I love my reality. I realize the Reality of my life is the Spirit in whom I find my home. The ups and downs, the ins and outs, the straights and circles, the diversity of people that keep life exciting and, yes, challenging. What a magnificent Reality.<br /><br />If everything was picture perfect, I would be tremendously bored. I love interacting with minds that force me to stretch and grow. <br />I believe that each of us has a major influence on our personal Reality.<br /><br />For me, it is about the relationship that I nurture and foster with Divinity, the Deep Mystery, the Presence. It is about how I become more and more like that with which I am in relationship. This is not a new or unique thought. Ever notice how people who have been together for a length of time, become more and more like each other. They begin to unconsciously imitate mannerism, speech patterns, even likes and dislikes can be influenced. Sometimes they begin to look like one another!!!<br />If I choose to live in negativity and anger - it is those like-minded that I will draw to myself. If I am surrounded by negativity and anger, my life is uncomfortable and I will keep this unhealthy cycle going, UNTIL, my awareness wiggles and making a conscious choice. I choose to change my heart, open my embrace, trust where I hesitate to trust, accept and include, where I would rather solo.<br /><br />I have changed my life and my experience of each and every moment of my life. I will continue to have ups and downs, ins and outs, straights and circles, the diversity of people that keep life exciting and, yes, challenging. What is different is ME! and the world is a better place to live in. I become more richly a gift for others who are on their way to wiggling awareness; AND a gift to myself!<br />ooops! I slid. I let a negative moment creep through my being. Stand up, shake it off, look in the mirror, forgive me and love me and my wiggling awareness shines!<br /><br />++++<br />Do you love your Reality? <br />What would you like to enhance or expand? <br />What would you like to let go of?<br /><br />"You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality."<br /><br />--- Ayn RandHeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-90996067762154795382019-03-31T15:20:00.000-04:002019-04-17T15:23:38.582-04:002019-03-31 Lent 4 Sunday: Still Point-from T. S. Eliot<br />
"At the still point of the turning world. <br />
Neither flesh nor fleshless; <br />
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, <br />
But neither arrest nor movement. <br />
And do not call it fixity,<br />
Where past and future are gathered. <br />
Neither movement from nor towards,<br />
Neither ascent nor decline. <br />
Except for the point, the still point,<br />
There would be no dance, and there is only dance.<br />
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.<br />
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time."<br />
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On Saturday, March 30th, I participated and team-led our monthly Still Point contemplative sitting retreat day at Mount Saint Benedict’s Monastery in Erie, PA.<br />
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It was a powerful experience, as it always is. A full day of silence: such a rare gift in our noise polluted environment. We are blessed to sit on the shore of Lake Erie. We can look through the window and see the water moving, always changing, never the same.<br />
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I attend and team-lead monthly. It is a critical element of my spiritual practice.<br />
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This time, something happened that has not occurred before.<br />
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The goal is to go behind the thinking mind to non-thinking. I don’t know about other people’s success with this, all I know is the more I attempt to non-think, the more I think about how to non-think. <br />
Any tips out there?<br />
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The form we practice is a time of silent sitting followed by a silent walk followed by silent sitting.<br />
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This is what was different for me today:<br />
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When we stood to walk, following a clockwise circuitous path around the center, I found myself holding my hands in front of my solar plexus in a cupped position, as if holding something important. At that moment I had a flash back to the Ecumenical Theological Seminary in Detroit where I directed the Doctor of Ministry Program for several years. One of our students did a project with his congregation that he was sharing with the class on a cold blustery January winter night.<br />
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In the basketball court on the third floor, he had set out a 50 foot Chartres Labyrinth, which his church community painted on canvas. It filled a large portion of the gym floor and was circled with 113 candles lit for each of the 114 lunar days of the year. One would be at the entrance, therefore only 113 candles are seen.<br />
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A Native American, Episcopal Priest, class mate, arrived with her husband. When she entered the sacred space, she began to sob as the energy of the sacred circle struck her. Not expecting what she saw, she cried out, “It’s the Wheel!” The Wheel is a sacred symbol to many Native peoples. In the Native tradition it is called a Medicine Wheel.<br />
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She entered the Wheel/Labyrinth in stockinged feet, tears streaming and holding something in her hands that I couldn’t see. <br />
She took deliberate slow steps as she lived her own trail of tears. It was a meditation, a sacred gift to watch her walk and pray.<br />
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Today, I found my hands cupped and holding something of extravagant importance, that I could not see, could not behold with vision. I knew I carried IT. I could feel IT in every fiber of my being. I remembered a January night, a tear- soaked face, a sacred walk.<br />
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At the close of our day of prayer together, we shared a passage from Saint John of the Cross. Each of the seven stanzas holds its own bewilderment. Here is the third stanza that most identifies my experience today,<br />
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I was so overwhelmed<br />
So absorbed and withdrawn,<br />
That my senses were left<br />
Deprived of all their sensing,<br />
And, my spirit was given<br />
An understanding while not<br />
understanding,<br />
transcending all knowledge.<br />
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Stanzas Concerning an Ecstasy Experienced in High Contemplation<br />
Saint John of the Cross<br />
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And the final stanza, where John sums up:<br />
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And if you should want to hear:<br />
This highest knowledge lies<br />
In the loftiest sense<br />
Of the essence of God;<br />
This is a work of God’s mercy,<br />
To leave one without understanding,<br />
Transcending all knowledge.<br />
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What I appreciate about John of the Cross is knowing he had these deep experiences. Experiences that come with consistent practice that words failed. <br />
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What I know about myself: I need to be more consistent in my practice of the Presence of God. If I want to pursue this Non-thinking way of being and come to an understanding without understanding, then it seems to me that there is a very different way of being that I have not yet experienced. <br />
Any of you had any experiences that might help enlighten myself and others?<br />
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I continue to reverently hold, to ponder the extravagant treasure that is suspended in my cupped hands. <br />
Evelyn, what were YOU carrying?<br />
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HeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-30084158433248178252019-03-30T15:16:00.000-04:002019-04-17T15:19:39.836-04:002019-03-30 Lent 3 Saturday: DUMBO EARSThe children’s Spring Break is quickly coming to an end.<br />
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Yesterday I went with them to see Disney’s DUMBO. I had a flash back to my Mom, during the final months we shared. Here’s the story:<br />
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Mom was always spry. Frank and I called her the Energizer Bunny. When we would go to the grocery store with Mom, we would stand still and watch her push the cart zipping in and out through the aisles until she found everything that she wanted. In no way did we want to attempt keeping up with her.<br />
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As the COPD worsened and her breathing became more and more labored, she was put on oxygen. She had a small portable unit that she could pull, rolling behind her. The Energizer Bunny was slowing down.<br />
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Mom had always been fiercely independent and these new limitations were becoming too large to deny. They were upsetting and depressing.<br />
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She didn’t have to use the oxygen all the time, however, the doctor wanted her to have it on at night when she slept.<br />
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Every night she would expect me to come into her room to check on her and “tuck” her in, with a good night kiss. She was very aware of these moments of role reversal. At night, especially, she became very beautifully child-like. Once, she looked up at me, "Who's the Mother ?" I really didn't know if she was asking a question or if she was making an observation of the reality.<br />
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It was very difficult for her to get the oxygen tubing situated correctly. Even I had to figure it out every time I helped her. It was like a Labyrinthian course of tubing. The breathing tube went from her nostrils around each ear and tightened under her chin.<br />
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When Mom would attempt it by herself, it always was wound around her neck like a noose. Not a safe way to sleep.<br />
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I knew this was difficult for her, not only physically- to get the oxygen in place, but also psychologically and emotionally. It was a constant reminder of her advancing limitations and the terminal nature of her life situation.<br />
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I needed to find a way to lighten and find joy in these moments of truth. Mom was a beautiful woman in every way. The family always teased that she had a “ski-jump” nose. She would simply smile and not say anything. On these difficult nights, I placed the tubing near her nostrils and wrapped it around each ear, saying, “Look at these Dumbo ears! It’s easy to wrap around these Dumbo ears!” She would grin like a young one and forget for a brief moment the reality of the situation.<br />
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What I wouldn’t give for one more night, to wrap the oxygen tubing around those “Dumbo” ears.<br />
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Is there someone you have cared for? What ways have you found to make the life that person is living more enjoyable? What have you done for yourself, to make your work of caring more bearable? Or was/is your love so big that your caring is joy saturated?<br />
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I ask myself, Who will be taking care of me? Will I be as gracious and wide eyed as my Mom? What can I do to make it easier for those who care for me? I don't have children, who will it be?<br />
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Do you ever wonder?<br />
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Much love to you all,<br />
Carol VaccarielloHeartSpace Communityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579209621824651726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765242492050209825.post-80859078016688229822019-03-29T15:14:00.000-04:002019-04-17T15:15:33.114-04:002019-03-29 Lent 3 Friday: "Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains un-awakened." anonymous<div style="text-align: center;">
"Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains un-awakened." -anonymous</div>
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I had a little dog named DancyGirl, because she loved to stand on her back legs and dance. She became very ill, made the trip with us to California when we relocated, and then died.<br />
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Frank and I were heartbroken. We were sitting in our new apartment with NO furniture, NO clothes in the closets, NO dishes to eat from, NO NOTHING, because the truck hadn’t arrived yet.<br />
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Frank was depressed, he didn’t want to get out of bed. I suggested that we go to the pound to get another little dog. He said, “NO”. It was too hard for him to love them and lose them.<br />
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I told him that I needed to have another dog, so I called the pound in Berkeley to get directions. We arrived and the woman asked if we owned or rented. I told her we were just moving in and we were renting. She said that renters were required to have a note from the landlord that a dog was permitted on the premises.<br />
I knew that our landlords were in South America and wouldn’t be home for a long time. I didn’t even want to look at the adoptable dogs unless we could take one home with us. <br />
We left.<br />
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We went to Home Depot to pick up the hardware to hang curtains. I said to Frank, “I can feel that our little dog is out there waiting for us.” I went to the front of the store where there was a payphone - this was before we had a cell phone. I called the Oakland Pound and shared our story of being new in the area and our dog’s untimely death.<br />
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The woman asked what kind of dog we were looking for. I described DancyGirl, and explained that it didn’t have to be exactly the same - just a small dog that enjoyed being held and walked. She said, “Lady, your little dog just got here. We haven’t even given him a bath yet. He will be ready when you arrive. We close soon, so come right away.” I asked if there was anything that we needed to bring. No, just come with a current driver’s license. I explained that it was issued by Texas, and it was current. She said that would be fine.<br />
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Frank and I got into our van and rushed to find the Oakland Pound before it closed. On the way there I thought about how to answer their questions.<br />
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We parked and hurried out of the car. Before we even got inside the door. An attendant came out with a small white curly Maltese. He walked like he was a very big powerful dog. Head high and an attitude. The woman handed the bright blue leash to Frank and off they went.<br />
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I stayed. I was given a form to complete. There was that question: Do you own or rent? I thought for a moment. I don’t lie. I thought again. I still own our home in Texas. The question doesn’t specify where I need to own a home. Yes! I own a home. Immediately, they processed the paperwork and off we went with our precious bundle.<br />
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It was love at first sight. I wanted to name him PACO. Frank continued to call him Dancy. DancyGirl was the little dog that died. Finally, I gave in and he became DancyBoy. He and Frank were best buddies, keeping each other company and well loved, especially when I was gone to work.<br />
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Recently I received this quote in a page of sayings: “Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains un-awakened.”<br />
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Do you have a dog or a pet that you love? Do you ever wonder if you selected them or if they selected you? Have you ever lost a well-loved pet. Did you ever have to use an un-truth, that wasn’t exactly a lie, because you needed a desired outcome? <br />
What did that pet mean to you? How has your life been different because of the love you shared? Did you learn anything because of that relationship?<br />
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I remember when we first brought Dancy home. We were learning each others’ signals. He was very impatient with us. Dancy would come and stand in front of us as we sat on the couch. He would look straight at us, lift his leg and pee as if to scold us for not taking him out when he expected to go out. It didn’t take him long to train us!<br />
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Well trained,<br />
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